Song Lyrics Half-A-Mill - Quiet Money    [Lyrics & Song Text Archive] lyrics archive>> H>> Half-A-Mill Singer Lyrics [Half-A-Mill other resources]>> Quiet Money Song Lyrics Author/Artist/Singer: Half-A-Mill Music Title/Track: Quiet Money Theme ID: 1634 Album: N/A f/ AZ [Half-A-Mill] Quizzer saucer intention, glide in a hummer with the flying saucer engine Willied out in my crib in the winter havin cookouts Smack my whiz, look out I'm like barnerbust, crap niggas try to conquer us They mad, cuz they jump outta cabs and hop on the bus Cop wit us, Firm click rock the whole Metropolis Bitches who burn dick, won't put a stop to us Niggas who turn snitch, gotta run Coward you ain't a part of us Send you flowers, you part of the dust Hard to discuss, this ill life is hard to live up Once you fall it's hard to get up Once you ball it's hard to give up See how it all started up from stick ups In father's Dodge pickup, it wasn't really my fathers But the pulley made it starter kick up The money made even the hardest get stuck The smartest get fucked, artist for what? This world inside a mega mirror, niggas ain't promised tomorrow Only thing you promised is projects Fall prophets, 50 cent beers, S.I.E. checks Prison bars, prison yards, knowledge thru wisdom God Livin large, get with the ma, ain't nothin personal Strictly a job, six in the heart, for six hundred lard We gunnin hard, comin hard, hundreds and cars [Chorus: Half A Mill & AZ] Quiet money, retired money Earth, Wind & Fire money, or quiet money You wanna die, try it money Seven six and five money Live money, Ill Click to ride from me Quiet money, retired money Earth, Wind & Fire money, or quiet money You wanna die, try it money Seven six and five money Provide for my Fam and my Fam provide for my [AZ] Glaciers of ice, niggas in the race for they life Raisin the hype, for real niggas playin tonight Blazin the pipe, dope fiends will blaze at your wife Who want what? Nigga, let's engage in a fight Blow fire wit the gray seal, for laid real for this spit it So niggas can hit it like Curtis Mayfield Front door shit, we pump raw shit Pretty portraits, nickel plate gats that gorgeous On the run away, flip and run, relax on Sunday Who want a gun play? My mind only work one way Rose up a wise man, got love on the streets, I van And never snitch, and never flip or even beat my man Play the game for ya niggas, re-avenge ya shit E&J ya shit, cuz ya say ya rich, hahahaha Spit subliminal, school hustler, black criminal Smack ya general, even my bitch'll clap ten to you Macs identical, barely react when I'm interviewed In the Q, peep on ya niggas in the new [Chorus] [Half-A-Mill] I still rock Gucci sneakers, money green to match my cream I don't sleep, niggas just blast in they dreams You couldn't match my team You ain't original, you like a fluke, Ron Howard beam You was rockin Bugle Boys, had nothin, like for shootin boys All of a sudden you Super Boy You just a pigeon in the coup Peace to them ill cats, livin the proof, manifestin the truth Firm affil', landin jets on your roof Exceptional, got a cess schedule, ganja festival Prime line fish and vegetable, I'm skeptical My man seen it thru his Cardiere spectacles, I'm tellin you This BMW life is best for you The ghetto brought out the hell in you The heat took over the L in you Copers of the wilderness, put the spell on you What's left of you? Caught in the game, is like a hex on you What's next to do? Not every one's chosen, just a few I know it's fucked up, when everyone's holdin, except for you Tough luck's gotten the best of you, we livin Hummer wit the flying saucer engine, satellite system Hype, travel at night, thru the ninth dimension Every word, precise wisdom, varies verbs in this life I'm livin My dunn shoot dice in prison, I would like to mention My insight is like ice that's glisten And took a page of my book and build Princeton University, I move for this paper personally You heard of me the first time your purchased a key Feds got bitches, and niggas holdin bitches in g's Cut you arms off, in case you got shits up ya sleeve Split up the cheese, I got hollow tips for the dees Pimpin disease, my bitches swallow ships in the sea Black marquise, you ain't a player, you'se a car theft Stomp you wit gators on, squash you like beef Make it hard for your heart to beat Spread ya hood, darken the streets Market the beats, push stars weekend Park in the streets, it's heat Related Lyrics Random lyrics: Gun For Hire, Held Under, I Lied, Sell Out, Sober, Taking Over, Thanks For The Ride, Touch Down, Cyberworld, Locked and Loaded, Made in Hell, Night Fall, Resurrection, Saviour, Silent Screams, Slow Down, Temptation, The One You Love to Hate, TWIST, Betrayal, Beyond The Realms Of Death, Blackout, Breaking The Law, Crucible, Crystal, Cyberworld, Drive, Electric Eye, Fugitive, Genocide, Golgotha, Handing Out Bullets, Heart Of A Lion, Hearts Of Darkness, Hells Last Survivor, Heretic, Into The Pit, Jawbreaker, Life In Black, Light Comes Out Of Black, Locked and Loaded, Made In Hell, Metal Gods, Nailed To The Gun, Night Fall, One Will, Prisoner Of Your Eyes, Resurrection, Riding On The Wind, Running Wild, Other Half-A-Mill song Lyrics Bounce Lyrics Fires in Hell Lyrics Ghetto Girl Lyrics Gimme Ya Luv Lyrics New Millennium Lyrics Some Niggaz (Extended Version) Lyrics Thug Luv Lyrics Tuff Guy Lyrics Other Artists Halfcocked Lyrics Halford Lyrics Halford (Rob Halford) Lyrics Halford Rob Lyrics Halfway Heroes Lyrics Halfwayhome Lyrics Halifax Lyrics Hall Lyrics Hall & Oates Lyrics Hall amp Oates Lyrics All lyrics are property and copyright of their owners and are strictly for educational purposes only. lyricstrue.net Copyright © 2005-2007 All Rights Reserved., , Privacy policy