Broke Willies lyrics
by Lost Boyz
[Chorus: X-1 & Sticky Fingaz]
To all you rappers out there (With money and fame)
Rockin' in a foreign car (E'ryting brand name)
Broke Willies with no money (Keep runnin' ya game)
Can't forget all our thugs that's locked in chains
[Verse 1: Fredro Starr & X-1]
We ain't have sh*t growin' up (Hell, no), now we blowin' up
(Word up) Hundred G's a show, price goin' up
Ghetto struck, layin' in the cut with the metal MAC-11
(What?) No cup, sippin' Amaretto 7 Up
The wet life, sh*t is liquid (Yeah), my wife trippin'
My whole clique got sh*t to whip in, light switchin'
Benz-to-Benz skippin', superstar hittin'
Your whole world is ice rippin', you nice livin'
You like sh*ttin', tricks trickin'
Roley with the inscription, watch a rich n*gga glisten
From New York to LA, same sh*t, different day
Mad cash to play, when I walk my chains swing
My jewels swing heavily ill from Beverly Hills
I paid 20 G's, damn, son, it better be real
We pollyin' deals for 70 mills, eatin' meals
Of Beverly pills, now watch how the bubbly spills
[Chorus: X-1 & Sticky Fingaz]
To all you rappers out there (With money and fame)
Rockin' in a foreign car (E'ryting brand name)
Broke Willies with no money (Keep runnin' ya game)
Can't forget all our thugs that's locked in chains
To all you rappers out there (With money and fame)
Rockin' in a foreign car (E'ryting brand name)
Broke Willies with no money (Keep runnin' ya game)
Can't forget all our thugs that's locked in chains
[Verse 2: Sticky Fingaz & Sonsee]
I grew up in the PJ's and wore the same gear for three days
Chipped in to get a blunt, got on and blew a mill in a month
I'm a low-life, though when I go shoppin', I don't worry about no price
(I wear the same clothes twice) f*ck the po-lice!
It's hydro stuff L's, six plus sells
Stones heavy on the scales themselves, XL
Straight G's, moneys and properties
Black FG-15's, grey M3's and OZ's
We OG's, always OT-in' on a low-key
Spit more game than Goldie, your b*tch chose me
Suppose we most-ly do 'em slow-ly
We play 'em close-ly, state on city cakes (They get erased)
I'm a sucker for a pretty face with a twenty waist
Whose Benz? I hit two twins in a blue Ventz
And we're into short deals, a house on 4-wheels
'Cause white-collar crimes equal dolla-dolla signs
[Chorus: X-1 & Sticky Fingaz]
To all you rappers out there (With money and fame)
Rockin' in a foreign car (E'ryting brand name)
Broke Willies with no money (Keep runnin' ya game)
Can't forget all our thugs that's locked in chains
[Verse 3: Fredro Starr, X-1, Sonsee & Sticky Fingaz]
Yo, we went from rags to riches, takin' pitches with mad b*tches
(Yo) You can get a autograph or one shot
From the semi-auto pass, rap n*ggas flippin' more then half's
Livin' it up, takin' all the cash (Givin' it up)
We set it up, on a low tinted up
In the black Quest, pass TEC's to the extras
From out the blackness straight on the boulevard
Lookin' for somethin' to get my hands in got strippers dancin' in the mansion (Word up)
That's how we operate (Uncut raw), the players coppin'
Fake coke gets stepped on twice
Put your money on the street n*ggas under the light and hold yo' money tight
Kiss the dice (Stick 'em up) and roll 'em twice
Even rich n*gga ass-betters so trife
We'll gamble all yo' life, 'til I couldn't see well
Flip my V12, flip a ki through the e-mail
It's a hundred thou' G now, I'm off the hook, I beat jail
Yeah, gotta eat swell, kick back, relax
Word up, n*gga laid up, bills paid up (C'mon!)
You should've saw Sonny, when he pulled up in a 420
We got these cats on the sideline lookin' all funny
Gettin' no money, 'cause they every day clownin'
We play around with thousands a hundred G's when we countin'
A hundred G's a show, then we out, kid
Word, word up, word
[Chorus: X-1 & Sticky Fingaz]
To all you rappers out there (With money and fame)
Rockin' in a foreign car (E'ryting brand name)
Broke Willies with no money (Keep runnin' ya game)
Can't forget all our thugs that's locked in chains
To all you rappers out there (With money and fame)
Rockin' in a foreign car (E'ryting brand name)
Broke Willies with no money (Keep runnin' ya game)
Can't forget all our thugs that's locked in chains