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- If I had a million bucks…
- What would you do?
- I’d buy each of my goons a pistol, motherfuckaaa

Hook:

IF I HAD A MILLION BUCKS, I WOULD BUY A HUNDRED RACHETS
GATHER UP MY SERGEANTS AND HUNT ON MY HATERS – LET THEM HAVE IT
IF I HAD A MILLION BUCKS, I WOULD BUY A HUNDRED RACHETS
GATHER UP MY SERGEANTS AND MURDER ALL OF THE LITTLE FAGGOTS

Zame:

Posted on the block you can find me in the streets
me & my menz we pack the heat if you want bring the beef
I got a razor for that plus I chop my hash with it
I get money by any means 'cus I wasn't born with it
We playing you fools like a game from Milton Bradley's
so step your game up 'cus you suckers ain't like me
that’s exactly what I’ll do if you put your mouth to front
take your ass for a ride in a motherfucking trunk
So no one will find you, no liquor be spilt
Just another homicide body in the pit
I got dudes that just blaze and don’t make music
Spacecraft on the beat he knows how to use it
Like salt to a slug, Im throwing in my spices
You running out of luck, it’s time I roll my dices
No way to stop the brawl, money’s above the law
Hungry for the chatter I got my words and my balls so

Hook:

IF I HAD A MILLION BUCKS, I WOULD BUY A HUNDRED RACHETS
GATHER UP MY SERGEANTS AND HUNT ON MY HATERS – LET THEM HAVE IT
IF I HAD A MILLION BUCKS, I WOULD BUY A HUNDRED RACHETS
GATHER UP MY SERGEANTS AND MURDER ALL OF THE LITTLE FAGGOTS

I Diggidy:

All I want is guap, all I gotta do is stay sharp
When I couldn’t buy me shit I was hanging in front of shops
I was with a crew, stick and move was a day-to-day
All I know is gutter, all I wanna do is get paid
Switched from the street crime to beats and rhymes
Dropping lines that buying a fellow bread and wines
Dropping lines that buying a fellow golden shines
Haters stare at my behind with anger in their eyes
I never hate unless Im hated upon
Then I never hesitate to mash and brake bones
To bash and brake jaws, to punch and harm hard
To hit, to scar and to make your teeth fly far
I can get ‘em cut, put a spanking to their tushies
Leave ‘em chopped like food or screwed like pussies
In my past life I bonded with real beasts
We got steel heats, we cock’em shits and rock’em to sleep
BLAAOW!!!

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