Amil

(Memphis Bleek)
Yeah yeah (Uh uh)
Memph Man, my nigga Tah Phife
This ones for the family (What's Up?)
Understand me, yeah (Uh-huh)
We gonna do it right
for all these bitch ass niggas talkin gangsta (R-O-C)
We dem killas, real, and in studio
Check it out, yo

Aiyo, this time it's for my family, we ride or die
It's in the blood til the death, now aim for the sky
My four blow fo show, fo doe, for only
It's money, drugs and hot slugs
You know Bleek squeeze hammers til they nail me
Fuck wha niggas tell me
Street scholar, keep firin is wha they tell me
Drug chemist, thug nigga be named Memphis
Straight from da borough of dem B.K. niggas
Where we rob for the fun of it, hustle for the drug of it
Rap money in rubba-bands, just for the love of it
Straight from my ghetto, we listen to heavy metal like
Desert Eagles, street sweepers, loud metal
It's hit an run now, motherfuck anyone of you
We dem niggas be in ya crib just like fruniture
Pop up wit the gun in ya
Release one for zero-zero M (Yeah)
Bleek-R-O-C (Yeah yeah) dot com (Yeah)

(Beanie Sigel)
This Philly cat back at it
Still throwin crack at it
Still fuckin wit them crack-atics
Still bust'em wit them black Matics
It's ain't the bucks, it's the rush
You tryin to get my ass at it
They say I think ass backwards
Fuck how I act, as long as I stack, it's all math-matics
Our tracks nice, hug the block ta tract dice
Late night, club night, Mac attract dikes
I pull up, Cadillac truck nice
Two guns, you know Mac pack gat twice
Gets that crack back wit that ice
No joke wit the coke, i wips that right
No doubt, never droubt, gets that price (Uh)
It gets that nice, when you live that live
Papi knows yours name and you ditched that wife nigga
It's gets stacked green nigga, it gets stacked chain nigga (Uh uh)

(Amil)
I get forty G's a feature now
Hold Franklins like a Aretha now
In the SL two seater now
And I'm in nuthin but diamonds
I'm the illest female that you heard thus far
Five-five with the thirty-four B-cup bra
I don't fuck wit dem cats who ain't up to par
I get niggas for cash, clothes, jeweleries, plus cars (Uh)
I'm talkin rent money (Uh), I'm talkin bank money (Uh)
I'm talkin Martha Keats step of wit the rent money
Movin on up, two in the sauna
Still ride through the block, pull up on the corna, plus
Give me an inch so I can take a mile
I bring life like a new born naked child
Bitches tryin ta come up, gotta wait a while (Uh-huh)
As of now, Amil-lion (Yeah) just played ya style
(You dealin wit), nigga

(Jay-Z)
The, the Roc, the the, the Roc
(Let me talk to ya'll niggas real quick)
The, the Roc, uh uh, the Roc

Yo, y'all niggas truly ain't ready for this "Dynasty" thing
Y'all thinkin "Blake Carrington", I'm thinkin more like "Ming"
I got four nephews, and they all right in
They all young and wild, plus they all like things
And I'm havin a child, which is more frighting
But cha'll about to witness is big business kid
Big bosses, cocky, and big Benzsesses
Come through flossin'em shiny rims it is
An office don't pop up in their sentences
I think you understand what type of event this is
I don't think you know I focus young Memphis is
Or I see was so real, when you add on Amil
This is much more than rap, it's black Ontraponors
Clothing, movie, and films, we come to conquer it all
Roc-A-Wear, eighty mill like, eighteen months
You could bullshit wit rap if you want, muthafuckers
When it's all said and done, we gon see what's what
Holla at Hov, I'll be in the cut (What, huh)

The, the Roc, the the, the Roc
The, the Roc, the uh, the Roc (You rollin wit)
The Roc, dynasty niggas (Whoop)
Uh-huh, get'cha mind right, c'mon
Roc-A-Fella Records, 2000 nigga
Get'cha mind right, holla

All Money Is Legal (A.M.I.L.)

(Verse 1)
I'm on the up and up to hot to touch nigga
The narcs couldn't stop the rush
Smuggled in the package tight
I'm 98 a gram leaving attics nice
I get 5 you don't get half a mic
Been known to cut ass for the added hype
And I pop too much shit to be the marriage type
Get spoiled even when I'm not acting right
Can't nobody come with the style I bring?
Piece hanging on the chain just a dangling
Motorola 2-way so the cell don't ring
Crush R&B and I don't even sing
No reference and no pro tools
Till I'm up in my hersh
I'm a show and prove
Got up in the game and made my own rules
Put heat on the reels until I blow the fuse

Chorus
All Money is Legal Baby
And what, and what
All Money Is Legal Baby
What 'chu thing, what 'chu know abut this
All Money Is Legal Baby
The higher the price
The hotter the rhyme

(Verse 2)
Amilliyon doper than heroin
Shoes got to be Gucci wht the fresh pair on
Spend up doe til its damn near gone
Lay it down get spins all year long
You know I run through them papers quick
You know I rock them glaciers sick
Chilling waiting for these shares to clear
I'm the only hot bich you gonna hear this year
You know I ass kick with no practice
Any joint I'm on automatic classic
Niggas pay me just to do ad-libs
And I move the crowd like I move to Saks Fifth
If I'm a gonna flash rocks then I'm a stash glocks
If I'm a gonna talk shit
then I'm a walk it
All money is legal now
I'm with Hov, Bleek and Sigel now

Chorus

(Verse 3)
Give me my cue and I'm ready to roll
Take a little ghetto celebrity stroll
Floss with the minks to heavy to hold
Baggettes be whoa, I gets me doe
I'm an uptown swinger
With the light blue on the pinkie finger
Amilliyon 'bout to shake some ass
I'm crack packed in till it break the glass
Keep crates of papes, in the steel encased safe
Watch doe accumulate like real-estate
And you know I gotta keep tricks up the sleeve
Leav'em bankrupt with blue balls till the dick bleed
Save all receipts write it off quickly
If I'm a ball I'm play up in the big leagues
Never fold when the pressure come
You could put Amil up against the best of 'em

Chorus x2

Anyday

(Verse 1)
Call this bitch yor nigga when time is rough
I lost a lot when you fell, life is hard to bluff
You think its hell where you at
Shit its hell on the streets
You maintaining in the Bing, I'm surviving to eat
Don't think am wilding, flexing whips and stuff
Thinking I'm lost laying down
Sex for trips and stuff
I'll admit it I'm use to the finer things,
We had major names even on the minor things
Everywhere we went, mad bitches sizing me up
You know they tight now, shit I get to drive the trucks
But I wish you were spreading it riding it rough
I think I miss that more then you buying me stuff
Since you got knocked your man tried to hollar at me
And those nigga's you stuck, they throwing dollars at me
But you know this gaming, and Im just keeping it real
Holding you down until you back on the field

(Chorus 2x)
Feels like I do
I feel when feeling down
In the ground feeling down
It can be most anyday

(Verse 2)
Don't worry 'bout these streets I'm conrolling these grounds
I might slip and miss a V-I but I'm holding it down
Got the kids to take care its hard out here
And its tearing my heart to play my part out here
I seen that snitch and you know I got plots 4 years
And your bid make me feel like I got the chair
But ain't nobody tapping this I rather tap my own
Watching tapes we made while I'm resting alone
Wishing you home, pictures of you flipping the chrome
What kind of chic will leave her man when he out the zone
Me without you is like a stickman without a silencer
Got me X-ing off days on the calendar
I miss loading the glock so you could control the block
I miss watching you work the dogs to tighten the lock
Think of the time boo pushing it like a 6 double o
You get your weight up I'm a drain you once they let go

Chorus

(Verse 3)
I can see us back on the bricks, me on your shoulder
Letting bitches know they wishes to have you are over
So you ring your broads while you locked away
I know its hard for a nigga on top not to play
See Amil's the one you kept draped in ice
I'm the one waiting silk down caked in spice
Waiting for your calls or my box to vibrate
Hoping you want me to come scoop you not being more weight
I fell from Gucci sandals back to no name brands
From a six and a mansion to beating the sands
Staying true make ends meet to have enough for the love I take
All-savage and stuff
Have a brick where most F.E.D.S. dare to touch
Fear none to see the cash, and us popping the clutch
Chopping a Dutch-flip cop twice as much living low key
A minute then heist and stuff
If I have to wait while you gone I'm a take what comes
If you don't see cash, know its hard in the slums
Cause I ran through the stash and it ain't no funds

Get Down

(Amil)
Oh shhhh
Yo Jon-John this track is crazy

(Jon-John)
You know how i do
Browntown, Roc-A-Fella

(Amil)
Where my ballers at? Where my thugs at?
Where my fellows at?
Where my coins at? Where my bitches at?
Where my ladies at?
Where my ballers at? Where my thugs at?
Where my fellows at?
Where my coins at? Where my bitches at?
Where my ladies at?

Let me know what tha deal, keep it real
If you wanna build
Ain't nothing wrong with a roughneck
Rockin' dirty Timbs, baggy jeans, and a nice chest
What you do on the low?
You Bling-bling
You's a thug for sure, I want ice cold ice, hit me off
Wanna break me off, you gotta break me off
Break me off

Chorus:
However you wanna get down
I can get down, baby, like you get down
You know I don't play around
If you got diamonds, maybe we can get down
However you wanna get down
I can get down, baby, like you get down
You know I don't play around
If you got diamonds, maybe we can get down, get down

Can I live? Let me live, you want me
Then you gotta give
I'm a bad girl, such a bad girl
Not a hot girl, but a rock girl
Drive a drop girl
Hair is done, body's right
You wanna touch cause I'm just that tight
We can roll, we can stroll but I gotta let you know
I ain't giving out without doe

Chorus:

So if you wanna get with me
Then diamonds is what I need
You are what I need
And if you want to make me happy
Then give me some of your cream
Give it to me baby, give it to me, give it to me

(Amil)
Rap:
Uh huh, yeah
Amilliyon, Major Coins
Uh
It be the brokest niggas always talking shit
I don't even notice niggas who can't offer shit
What that look like, a broke nigga flossin this
Major Coin, meaning high costing bitch
Only a baller in fact can keep me in the minks
To the small of my back, I'm just keeping it real
Letting y'all know from the gate, no papes, no scrapes
You ain't hungry for it, no plates
Mother fucker you'll get clowned first
Treat you like a corner scrub slinging an ounce of dirt
Think about it, what sound worse?
Telling my Coins you broke, or you drowned the purse?
See only official bitches wifey of a rich nigga
A smart bitch, fuck with no trick niggas
Them grimy bitches fuck with stick niggas
And a dumb bitch just fuck you for your dick nigga

Chorus

Girlfriend

(Amil)
Uh, yeah
It's like....I don't know what to do
I mean, what should I do?
Uh, yeah, yeah yeah

See I've got lil secret
But I don't think I could keep it
Now when you first stepped to me
Didn't think you wanted to do me
Started taking me to dinner and the movies
Had me open off the minks and jewelry
Buying me things that you know I wanted
Begging me for loving and you know I fronted
Now we doing more then getting blunted
And we both know we shouldn't of done it
Because wifey at home and that's a no, no
How we gonna keep this on the low, low?
Try to let got but the tricking won't stop
Feels so good baby please don't stop
I'm not trying to disrespect her
But everybody know what's up except her

Chorus:
See I'm gone tell your girlfriend
That you been doing more than flirting
Where you at when you say you working
Yeah I'm gone tell your girlfriend

I know I'm not the only one claming you
Your girl did a good job training you
She could feed the kids and wash the clothes
She could cook dinner and mop the floors
Just keep giving me a lot of doe
And give me some loving before you gotta go
Once you get home your girl be beefin'
Wondering where you was this weekend
Her cousin told her that she seen us creepin'
I guess by now she know you cheatin'
She must of found my number cause she calling me
Couldn't talk cause her man was all in me
Told her call me back at a quarter to three
Now that's the way real players ought to be
Shall I tell her bout the S he ordered me
So hy you fuckin' with him?
Cause he can afford me

Chorus:
It was the money that made me get with you
But right now I'm trying to get rid of you
Cause you always at my house like I live with you
Wanna lock me down like I got kids with you
See I knew from the gate that you was taken
If I told you that I loved you, I was only faken
Shit it ain't like that I wanna keep you
But I'll beep you when I need you
Now who getting played better you than me
Cause I know you could never be true to me
If you did it to her you could do it to me
Start slippin' and you might be losing me
Fuck getting hair done and a manicure
That's for beginner bitches and amateurs
I want a house on the beach, couple whips and more
Motherfucker mow you know what Major Coins stand for

Chorus: 2xs

[amil]
Nigga you ain't told me nothing I ain't heard and
Action speaks louder than words and
Said you would treat me right
They said you be sweating every freak in sight
Yeah I know, one day you gon marry me
Yeah I know, you want to have your seed
Yeah I know, don't worry, 'cause there is no other
Yeah I know, and you can't stand your baby mother, right
Oh, you never felt this way before, huh
Wanna keep me in the gucci stores, huh
What happened to them minks and the diamond rings
Lying ass nigga, you ain't buyin me things
Nigga don't tell me I'm your flyest bitch
If I can't get the keys just to drive the whip
If I ain't the one you take on the private trips
If you got it like you say you do then provide them chips nigga

Chorus
[jay-z]
We'll always be togetha
No one can f**k you betta
[amil]
Yeah nigga I heard this all before
Yeah nigga I heard this all before
Yeah nigga you drive me crazy
I wanna have your baby
[jay-z]
Yeah bitch, I heard this all before
Yeah bitch, I heard this all before

[jay-z]
I thought you ain't like rap
You was deceiving me
All you do all day is watch bet


Actin like you ain't recognize when you met me in the ride
Mispronouncing my name, squinting your eyes
You shouldn't play games wit pimp like i
Now that I gained you, I'm supposed to sympathise
Yeah I know, you hait parties and you never go out
Yeah I know, you a nun and you stay in your house
Yeah I know, well can you please do me this favor
How you been with three rappers and six ball players, tell me that
Shit, we both gamin eachother
Lying through our teeth, both blaming eachother
I tried to front on you I take you to my rest
You tried to front on me actin like you ain't impressed
I'm tryin to see if the coochie's propa
You trying to score your self a gucci parka
And that new shit from prada
You tryin to get a rich baby father
I'm tryin to forget you by tomorra
This ain't rocket science
Ain't no rock buyin, just a hard rock lyin
And stop frontin like your shit is real
You get your game from oprah and lauryen hill
And if you are a nice girl, and I read you wrong
Look, I'm sorry if I lead you on, ok

[amil]
Nah nigga, you ain't got to apologize
I knew that bitch want your cousin on your father's side
I mean damn, you don't even let me answer your cell
I mean damn, why I still got to ring the bell?
I find girl phone numbers and you say they your mans
When I call you don't even know who I am
So you can go ahead wit all that game you throw me
Don't tell me, motherf**ka show me

Chorus x2

I Got That

(Amil)(Beyonce')
Uh, uh-huh
Amil-lion, yeah Roc-a-fella
(Oh, oh yeah)
What? Huh, uh-huh
(Oh)
Yea-yeah, yeah, I got that
Uh-huh, yo, yo

I make cats pay like lay-way
Own like they stole
Deal with late pay and I got that from Hawk
Plus I got my own bread
You ain't gotta wave them over my head
I got that
(I got that)
And you can't leave me stranded
Cause I got a ride back
And besides that
What chick you know cock glocks back?
Eight in the back, they rockin' hot jacks
In high heels, mini skirts and thighs fat
My styles like the international
Pancake house or whatever avenue
I got that, uh I got that

1 - (Beyonce')
Think I need you cause the rent is due
You can be outta here baby
Cause I got it
I got it, I got it
Cause cash, coupes, credit cards
All the exotic things baby
I got it
I got it, I got it

(Amil)
Ever since cats found out I ran with the Roc
They wanna take a closer look, wanna examine the box
Magazine want cameras to pop
They catch me in the nude like a Samantha Fox
Listen dude but I got dollars and cents
You don't gotta promise me to pay my rent
I got that
(I got that)
Catch me a drop black playing Speedy Gonzalez
Toes never unpolished
The way I be dressing dudes wanna toss the salad
The way I be dressing got broads acting childish
But I pay my own bills
Amil-lion always has and always will
Y'all got that?

Repeat 1

(Beyonce')
I got that
The house that you live in
I got that
The bed that you sleep in
I got that
The Benz that you're driving
I got that, I got that
I got that
The ice that you're wearing
I got that
So why you complaining
I got that
Who you gaming?
I got that, I got that
I got that

(Amil)
Yo my life's still on
Gas bill caught up
Indian Amil, call me chief running water
Cable still in order
Phone still dials out
Money still long but my patience got shorter
You can leave baby give me everything I bought you
Like you leaving me was some type of torture
I don't need no man to
Do for Amil what Amil can do
You got that?

Repeat 1 (2x)

(Amil)
That's right baby
Amil-lion, uh
I got this what

No 1 Can Compare

Remember when we met like a year ago?
When I was milkin' out trix like cereal
Fuck a Chon Don Nectar Imperial
Treat me right I'll show you wifey material
Never would of thought we'd get down like this
Said you never been this happy til you found this bitch
At the Ritz countin' stacks like pounds was flipped
In the morning go shoppin let me bounce the 6
Get a kiss on the lips when I'm around your clique
Get the feeling one day you'll be crownin this
You inspire me to lace all the nouns I spit
Compared to you them other cats don't amount to shit
Always kept it wet like Bangladesh
Turned me out like mesh when you spank the flesh
Got me rotten tricken 50% and bank the rest
Your name chipped out on my tennis anklet

Chorus:
You treat me right
You make me smile
I know you care
No one could compare
You show me love
You got my back
You always here
No one could compare

Ain't no nigga like the one I got my nigga
And that's from the heart my nigga
Cuz you brought me from the slums to the top my nigga
Show these bitches what you got done to my watch my nigga
Ain't a millionaire who could take your place
Got me screamin out your name when we shake and bake
Who dat on the other line nigga? make em wait
Everybody told me don't fuck wit you
But despite all the rumors I'm in love with you
Nothing's ever too little or too much for you
If you ever leave I wouldn't know what to do
Shit you for me open like the bank accounts
Started screenin calls, stopped hangin out
Everything about you got me blankin out
You keep satisfied plus franklyned out

Repeat chorus

You think you was the first to ever make me nut
Be callin you daddy like you raised me up
Maybe one day we'll have a lil baby us
Growin up listenin to jay-z and stuff
Cuz what we are- is a perfect combo
We done come too far- to let this go
It ain't gotta be a star- to be in my show
When my man needs me I run to it
When my man calls me I jump to it
Give up everything if it come to it
Got a ring on my left hand with lumps through it
You my best friend, confidon, other hand
Up in the bubble bath, makin each other laugh
I doubt,- if I could ever give anotha the ass
Ya'll mad- cuz this ain't what most lovers have

Repeat chorus

Quarrels

(Amil)
Yo, ever since I known you, you been out to get me
Acting like my peeps, but I know that's how you tricked me
Love to see me get high, love to see my tipsy
Heard you even wanna stick a little chip in me
You been trying to play me close ever since my shine
Wanna take me to dinner, feed me shrimp and swine
You said, "Amil I want you to meet a good friend of mine
His name is Money and we partners till the end of time"
Introduced me to your clique, hate, envy, lust and greed
Said you want the whole world in ya custody
And if I give you my soul you'll give me luxuries
Said you could hit me up wit power, it's just up to me
I turn you on when I'm in short skirts and tight jeans
You want my kids to write Santa and celebrate Halloween
Told me sell my people crack and get rich off fens
You love the number 6 but hate the number 13

Chorus: (Carl Thomas)
We'll have some quarrels
Some disappointments
And a whole lot of problems
And you will except me

(Amil)
You wanna, be the one to pick me up when I fall
Told me hang Casear bojease on my living room wall
It was always something bout you that made my skin crawl
You turned me into a player and showed me how to ball
You give me rewards when I rob and steal
Want me to abort my babies and get on the pill
You put burners in the hood so each other we kill
I see your eye watching me on the dollar bills
When I got the scoop on you, it just made you mad
Cause I moved out your crib, packed all my bags
Them days I turned to you was the days you laughed
You used to smile every time I pledge allegiance to the flag
We speak now and then but we ain't smacking hands
You be up in the clubs asking me for a dance
Still trying to convince me to go cheat on my man
Begging me to please give you just one more chance

Chorus:

(Amil)
When we was kids you was the one who taught me how to lie
Said I could always use you as my alibi
And you kept me from knowledge, wisdom, and the most high
Had me believe God had blonde hair and blue eyes
Our relationship went sour since I found the truth
You know you can't have me so you fuck with my youth
You got all my phones tapped, I gotta talk at booths
I learned an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth
You built Sodom and Gomorra for us all to live in
When we was cool you used to tell me all your visions
Like how you gonna rule the nations under one religion
You got this New World order, it's like a big prison
You said you wanna be worshipped from noon to noon
Nothings gonna get better is what we all assumed
Cause nights is getting shorter and it's snowing in June
I see you working overtime cause you out of here soon

Chorus:2xs

Raw

(Amil)
I'm making it hard for these little rap chicks to come out
I'm coppin' whips you in the street with your thumb out
You wanna battle but when it's time to spit you dumb out
Singles I've touched been going platinum since the first one out
I put on seven niggas just to carry me on
Amilliyon say the hook let'em carry the song
I be the only bitch on the mic makin' it hot
With the smoke in the drop in the vacant lot
Since this bitch been in this game I been takin' spots
And if you hatin' me, shit you must be hatin' the Roc
Take it there yeah, I break it down like this
Ain't a bitch live who can make it sound like this
Don't make Amilliyon have to pull rank
Lyrics never on E, I keep a full tank
Any nigga that I fuck wit got my name in the bank
Yeah you heard me, he got at least my name in the bank

Chorus: 2xs
Everything I spit be raw
I be like 10lbs of coke and be quick to draw
And it's pure fuck Miami, it be Ecuador
For my peeps fuck a foot
I got they leg in the door

Yo, let's take it to the whips, bitch five or six
We could take it to the block flip dimes to bricks
Take it to the mic see who spit the livest shit
Who wanna take it to the streets to the nines and clips
I'm the bitch that won't skate when daddy empty the safe
Lie on the stand if Jake hem'em up with a case
Far as this rap shit fuck fame or shine or rhyme
I don't care who joint drop the same time as min
Chicks redo albums once they heard my buzz
Mother fuckers know, I'm a track murderer
So you could, pop shit bitch run your mouth
I know niggas that'll get you right in front of your house
For free and that's just on the strength of me
If you could touch Amil then you could mention me
You think Jay wrote this, that's complimenting me
I'm the best till somebody prove me differently

Chorus:

You got beef, let's put it all on the table
You want the hottest clique on the street
You know the label
You want the hottest bitch ever known I' willing and able
Could y'all broads be story tale like a Eastside fable
You want me to spit bitch make it payable
If you lucky if you'll be hearing back within a day or two
That's just comin from a chick who done paid her dues
Know I'm the hottest chick from kicks to the gator shoes
A yo, respect this shield of David piece on the necklace
Now who wanna take it to some next shit?
Hey yo I crush all bitches, eat up most niggas
Teach these rap broads, train gold diggas
You know I know niggas and you know I hld figures
We speak but that don't mean my niggas is yo niggas
We up in your spot strapped with the hoods on
I am Major Coins and any bitch I put on nigga

Chorus

My life
Is in the arms of the man upstairs
Through trials and tribulations
He'll always be there
You see I know he loves me
And I know he cares
And he'll bever put more on me
Than I can bear

(Verse 1)
Is it a blessing to live or a blessing to die?
Let me finish out this hell with no questions why
I should be happy I'm on and dressing fly
But is the game changing me for the extra pie
If you could look into the life I live
Three sixty catching up to all the trife I did
Got my people up north trying to slice the bid
While I'm in love with a nigga with a wife and kid
Maybe if my pops ain't abandon me
I wouldn't let so many niggas take advantage of me
Using me some even put their hands on me
I wonder what the most high got planned for me
My life line getting shorter when I look in my palms
Swore I'll be nothing like my biological mom
She ain't raise me so naturally I never felt a bond
At 16 got my GED never saw a prom

(Chorus)
I been weak and I been strong
I been through the fire, I been through the storm
Try to do right and I know I do wrong
Just be happy for me when my life is gone
Cause no more hurt and no more tears
There'll be no more pain and no more fears
No more people in my face that's not sincere
So smile 4 me when I'm no longer here

(Verse 2)
At a young age I let the world turn me out


Pellets and purple haze been burnt me out
A hard knock life is all I learned about
Trying to eat the only thing I be concerned about
Telling my youth everything happens for a reason
Let him know ain't that his father wanted to leave him
If it wasn't for the streets he'd still be breathing
Trying to raise him myself but I know he need him
Me and my seed used to live off mostly welfare
Only two checks a month for us both to share
I remember making sure that the coast was clear
So I could boost us some muthaf**king clothes to wear
Had to hustle 'cause them food stamps just wasn't enough
Upstate back to Broadway gott to go re-up
All this fast cash only turned the heat up
Can't afford to get knocked but who gonna feed us

Chorus

(Verse 3)
Can't shake these thoughts of suicide
Anyone I ever loved or was close to died
Ones I trusted or thought was being true lied
A lifetime of tears but only a few I cried
Try to take my past stick it up on a shelf
But my actions stem from all the pain I felt
I'm just trying to make the best out the hand I dealt
If I fall who can I turn to for help
Hope my man with me or with my health
Will he be there through good and bad sickness and health?
Does he want the real me or somebody else?
I been in wars just so I don't jurt myself
Now that I'm on most can't stand me now
They was happy when I rocked all them hand me downs
When I need them funny how they can't be found
That's why the most high's my only family now

Chorus

(Jay-Z) (Amil)
This how I creep on ya asses
See how the beat is building I creep on your asses
(Just blaze)
Let me show y'all what the f**k I mean
Uh uh jigga man ya heard
Amillion ya heard
Rocafella ya heard
The dynasty lets go

Hook 1: (Jay-Z) (Amil)

All my ladies (that's right)
You pop cris (that's right)
You a hot bitch (that's right)
Make that nigga trick (that's right)
Get that dough ma (that's right)
Let em know ma (that's right)
Soon as you learn how da drive make em put you in a five mommie'

Hook 2: (Amil) (Jay-Z)

Yo you got dough (that's right)
Let it show (that's right)
If the moneys slow (that's right)
You know the rest yo (buck buck buck)
For my thug niggas (right)
Bust a slug niggas (right)
F**k that get money show love niggas

(Jay-Z)
Jigga man got grammys so grams cops cannot stand me
Ladies want me to put cock in they hot panties
Big man on campus six sadan
Over 100 million made niggas shipped and scanned
Niggas cannot stop, knocking that big pac,
Knocking that big pun, poppin my big gun quick
Run duck as soon as the gun bust
Forget where I'm from be coughin ya up
Robbin hood a the big truck
Pickin the bums up
I never know when I can be down my dumb luck
But the flow so tough I've been beatin the drums up
Been hot so long like I'm heatin the sun up
Wanna come up ones and I'm beggin niggas to run up
So I can take this heat and bang you ta next summa
Number 1 rapper dippin mo mos'
Don't make me come press ya wit this fo fo nigga

Hook 1 Jay-z (Amil)
Hook 2 Amil (Jay-Z)
*with minor changes*

(Amil)
Amillion make allota tricks (hop skip)
The hottest whip (copped it)
Prada shit (rocked it)
Got the cris (pop it)
Can ma spit (locked it)
The roca clique (got us)
Like jane's cartoon's get props for props too
Give you something you can feel (huh)


Can't keep still (huh)
Tryin' ta see Amil (huh)
Dollar Dollar bills (huh)
Five inch heels (huh)
Bitches wanna grill (huh)
Me and my labelmates be makin these cats hate
Oh come come now
Wanna know where I'm from now
Her's a little run-down
Bk ta uptown
Pockets kinda plump now
Haters get the thumbs down
No need for all that I never keep small stacks
Alright y'all lights out
Floss with the ice out
Brag with the price out
Red I flights out
Overseas hideout
More inside out
My bitches time to slide out
Its ladies night out

Hook 1 Jay-z (Amil)
Hook 2 Amil (Jay-Z)
*with minor changes*

(Jay-Z)
Its roc-a-wear nigga I got clothes
Stop it I got hoes
Black asian malaysian spanish mulatoes
Look I got whips
4 dot 6
6 drop shits
Bentley cop pits
While ya'll pop shit
Any nigga that tell you money is the root of all evil ain't got shit
You a lying bitch
You rather live poor
I rather die rich
Nough' said

(Amil)
Mami girl keep the doo rag
You know bag and shoes match
Get niggas for a few stacks
Quick to run through that
Broke niggas boo that
Bought my whole crew rap
The record I don't play around bitch I lay it down
Shit I only roll wit
Those who can go get
6 double o whips
niggas that tips
ice had ya hoes trip
daddy let ya dough flip
f**k with loose thugs
go collect thm dubs

Hook 1 Jay-z (Amil)
Hook 2 Amil (Jay-Z)

Y'all Dead Wrong

(Verse 1)
Amil outlaw fly indeed
Got every chic's man eyeing me
Think you could crush this try and see
Its the major coin i-n-c
And am too hot to just be warm
I start fire alarms from dusk to dawn
Catch me with the diamond clusters on
And Gucci feathered sandals with the mustard thong
Model Mommy
The body like a cola bottle mommy
Mulatto up in the galoino mommy
One in a Amiliyon killin' em
Might have to change my name to billioyn
Voice so ill you'll wanna speak my shit
Joints so hot you'll wanna leak my shit
Plus haters sneak peek my shit
But still I be the only one to freak this shit

(Chorus)
Y'all dead wrong
If you think you fuckin' wit this
And you'll know
That y'all got nothing on this
Y'all want that
or you want something like this
Those who hate
Yeah y'all just fronting on this

(Verse 2)
Why chicks don't wanna rap on the same song as me
You need a verse ma, its on me
See all this publishing belong to me
Just imagine how the second album gonna be
Non-stop party hopping
Roc roc rocs and keep on rocking
Everything I spit be popping
Anything Amiliyon want she copping
(Whoop Whoop) Ain't nothing change
And I play more ballers then them rucker games
Light gray studs, ring, watch, plus the chain
Will I ever be broke what's my name?
Have you ever seen a chick like this?
Ever heard one spit like this?
I dead 'em all put my word on that
All money is legal and I murder tracks

Chorus

(Verse 3)
Cute as a button
Can't tell this bitch nothin'
Ghetto fab whole click bubbling
Diana Ross the boss of the rock
Shit you know me I got to floss at the spot
Wit a dime as nigga who be tossing knots
Every bitch hating cuz I'm scalding hot
It can't be because I got begets on
Cause niggas love this bitch even with seats on
I'm the A-m-i-l-liyon
Strictly be on that shit major coins be on
I got joints making competition wanna drop dead
I got joints making you bop your head
I got joints that will have your eyes blood shot red
Fuck the doe I want my props instead
Stay real with it
Might pack stell wit it
You can hate but you still gotta deal wit it

Chorus(3x)

(feat. Amil and Jay-Z)

CHORUS: If you a playa , get it now like a playa
Get it down like a playa , spit a round like a playa
If you a playa , roll an ounce like a playa
Get an ounce like a playa , bounce like a playa
If you a playa , get it now like a playa
Get it down like a playa , spit a round like a playa
If you a playa , get an ounce playa , bounce , playa
Bounce , bounce , bounce

(Beanie Mac)
When I step in the club , bitches know my name
I don't do alotta talkin bitches know my game
Don't gotta buy alotta drinks bitches know my aim
Y'all get them whores drunk just to get some brain
When the Roc in the place , they go bezerk
We make em bounce till they motherfuckin shoulders hurt
Bitches lift up skirts , take off shirts
Fine babysitters take off work
Lose they jobs, panties , shoes and bras
Niggas mad at us cuz they lose they wives
I don't step up in the club without a weapon in the club
Cuz niggas get drunk and kick crap up in the club
That's why my tool be cocked , niggas mad cuz my shoes be blocked
And my jewels be rocked
If you a playa , you wouldn't be in my pocket
If you a playa , you like it , you see it , you cop it

CHORUS

(AMIL)
If you a playa , you got the three basic niggas
Your trick your lick and your dick niggas
The object never fall in love wit em
Run to the malls and the clubs for them
If you a playa , then you choose em like a playa
Use em like a playa ,then you lose em like a playa
I bet I'll still be they favorite bitch
Some bought me ice , some paid for whips
C'mon you know the rules in this playa shit
Aint no such thing as a relationship
If you a playa , get it now like a playa , get it down like a playa
Spit a round like a playa
If you a playa , roll an ounce like a playa , get an ounce like a
playa , bounce like a playa
If you a playa , bounce , bounce like a playa nigga, bounce , bounce

CHORUS

(Jay-Z)
Jiggaman ya heard?
If you a playa , will you pull up to the curb
Niggas chicks fly the coupe when you pull up to them birds
Why the fuck would you bring her
When the rocks on that man got his whole hand lookin like ET's finger
If you a playa , keep your cars with the year (year)
Your watch game tight (tight) your hustle over there (uh-huh)
Your house outta sight , your enemies close
And your family tight and never try to make a ho your housewife

CHORUS

(Memphis Bleek)
Yeah yeah (Uh uh)
Memph Man, my nigga Tah Phife
This ones for the family (What's Up?)
Understand me, yeah (Uh-huh)
We gonna do it right
for all these bitch ass niggas talkin gangsta (R-O-C)
We dem killas, real, and in studio
Check it out, yo

Aiyo, this time it's for my family, we ride or die
It's in the blood til the death, now aim for the sky
My four blow fo show, fo doe, for only
It's money, drugs and hot slugs
You know Bleek squeeze hammers til they nail me
Fuck wha niggas tell me
Street scholar, keep firin is wha they tell me
Drug chemist, thug nigga be named Memphis
Straight from da borough of dem B.K. niggas
Where we rob for the fun of it, hustle for the drug of it
Rap money in rubba-bands, just for the love of it
Straight from my ghetto, we listen to heavy metal like
Desert Eagles, street sweepers, loud metal
It's hit an run now, motherfuck anyone of you
We dem niggas be in ya crib just like fruniture
Pop up wit the gun in ya
Release one for zero-zero M (Yeah)
Bleek-R-O-C (Yeah yeah) dot com (Yeah)

(Beanie Sigel)
This Philly cat back at it
Still throwin crack at it
Still fuckin wit them crack-atics
Still bust'em wit them black Matics
It's ain't the bucks, it's the rush
You tryin to get my ass at it
They say I think ass backwards
Fuck how I act, as long as I stack, it's all math-matics
Our tracks nice, hug the block ta tract dice
Late night, club night, Mac attract dikes
I pull up, Cadillac truck nice
Two guns, you know Mac pack gat twice
Gets that crack back wit that ice
No joke wit the coke, i wips that right
No doubt, never droubt, gets that price (Uh)
It gets that nice, when you live that live
Papi knows yours name and you ditched that wife nigga
It's gets stacked green nigga, it gets stacked chain nigga (Uh uh)

(Amil)
I get forty G's a feature now
Hold Franklins like a Aretha now
In the SL two seater now
And I'm in nuthin but diamonds
I'm the illest female that you heard thus far
Five-five with the thirty-four B-cup bra
I don't fuck wit dem cats who ain't up to par
I get niggas for cash, clothes, jeweleries, plus cars (Uh)
I'm talkin rent money (Uh), I'm talkin bank money (Uh)
I'm talkin Martha Keats step of wit the rent money
Movin on up, two in the sauna
Still ride through the block, pull up on the corna, plus
Give me an inch so I can take a mile
I bring life like a new born naked child
Bitches tryin ta come up, gotta wait a while (Uh-huh)
As of now, Amil-lion (Yeah) just played ya style
(You dealin wit), nigga

(Jay-Z)
The, the Roc, the the, the Roc
(Let me talk to ya'll niggas real quick)
The, the Roc, uh uh, the Roc

Yo, y'all niggas truly ain't ready for this "Dynasty" thing
Y'all thinkin "Blake Carrington", I'm thinkin more like "Ming"
I got four nephews, and they all right in
They all young and wild, plus they all like things
And I'm havin a child, which is more frighting
But cha'll about to witness is big business kid
Big bosses, cocky, and big Benzsesses
Come through flossin'em shiny rims it is
An office don't pop up in their sentences
I think you understand what type of event this is
I don't think you know I focus young Memphis is
Or I see was so real, when you add on Amil
This is much more than rap, it's black Ontraponors
Clothing, movie, and films, we come to conquer it all
Roc-A-Wear, eighty mill like, eighteen months
You could bullshit wit rap if you want, muthafuckers
When it's all said and done, we gon see what's what
Holla at Hov, I'll be in the cut (What, huh)

The, the Roc, the the, the Roc
The, the Roc, the uh, the Roc (You rollin wit)
The Roc, dynasty niggas (Whoop)
Uh-huh, get'cha mind right, c'mon
Roc-A-Fella Records, 2000 nigga
Get'cha mind right, holla

All Money Is Legal (A.M.I.L.)

(Verse 1)
I'm on the up and up to hot to touch nigga
The narcs couldn't stop the rush
Smuggled in the package tight
I'm 98 a gram leaving attics nice
I get 5 you don't get half a mic
Been known to cut ass for the added hype
And I pop too much shit to be the marriage type
Get spoiled even when I'm not acting right
Can't nobody come with the style I bring?
Piece hanging on the chain just a dangling
Motorola 2-way so the cell don't ring
Crush R&B and I don't even sing
No reference and no pro tools
Till I'm up in my hersh
I'm a show and prove
Got up in the game and made my own rules
Put heat on the reels until I blow the fuse

Chorus
All Money is Legal Baby
And what, and what
All Money Is Legal Baby
What 'chu thing, what 'chu know abut this
All Money Is Legal Baby
The higher the price
The hotter the rhyme

(Verse 2)
Amilliyon doper than heroin
Shoes got to be Gucci wht the fresh pair on
Spend up doe til its damn near gone
Lay it down get spins all year long
You know I run through them papers quick
You know I rock them glaciers sick
Chilling waiting for these shares to clear
I'm the only hot bich you gonna hear this year
You know I ass kick with no practice
Any joint I'm on automatic classic
Niggas pay me just to do ad-libs
And I move the crowd like I move to Saks Fifth
If I'm a gonna flash rocks then I'm a stash glocks
If I'm a gonna talk shit
then I'm a walk it
All money is legal now
I'm with Hov, Bleek and Sigel now

Chorus

(Verse 3)
Give me my cue and I'm ready to roll
Take a little ghetto celebrity stroll
Floss with the minks to heavy to hold
Baggettes be whoa, I gets me doe
I'm an uptown swinger
With the light blue on the pinkie finger
Amilliyon 'bout to shake some ass
I'm crack packed in till it break the glass
Keep crates of papes, in the steel encased safe
Watch doe accumulate like real-estate
And you know I gotta keep tricks up the sleeve
Leav'em bankrupt with blue balls till the dick bleed
Save all receipts write it off quickly
If I'm a ball I'm play up in the big leagues
Never fold when the pressure come
You could put Amil up against the best of 'em

Chorus x2

Anyday

(Verse 1)
Call this bitch yor nigga when time is rough
I lost a lot when you fell, life is hard to bluff
You think its hell where you at
Shit its hell on the streets
You maintaining in the Bing, I'm surviving to eat
Don't think am wilding, flexing whips and stuff
Thinking I'm lost laying down
Sex for trips and stuff
I'll admit it I'm use to the finer things,
We had major names even on the minor things
Everywhere we went, mad bitches sizing me up
You know they tight now, shit I get to drive the trucks
But I wish you were spreading it riding it rough
I think I miss that more then you buying me stuff
Since you got knocked your man tried to hollar at me
And those nigga's you stuck, they throwing dollars at me
But you know this gaming, and Im just keeping it real
Holding you down until you back on the field

(Chorus 2x)
Feels like I do
I feel when feeling down
In the ground feeling down
It can be most anyday

(Verse 2)
Don't worry 'bout these streets I'm conrolling these grounds
I might slip and miss a V-I but I'm holding it down
Got the kids to take care its hard out here
And its tearing my heart to play my part out here
I seen that snitch and you know I got plots 4 years
And your bid make me feel like I got the chair
But ain't nobody tapping this I rather tap my own
Watching tapes we made while I'm resting alone
Wishing you home, pictures of you flipping the chrome
What kind of chic will leave her man when he out the zone
Me without you is like a stickman without a silencer
Got me X-ing off days on the calendar
I miss loading the glock so you could control the block
I miss watching you work the dogs to tighten the lock
Think of the time boo pushing it like a 6 double o
You get your weight up I'm a drain you once they let go

Chorus

(Verse 3)
I can see us back on the bricks, me on your shoulder
Letting bitches know they wishes to have you are over
So you ring your broads while you locked away
I know its hard for a nigga on top not to play
See Amil's the one you kept draped in ice
I'm the one waiting silk down caked in spice
Waiting for your calls or my box to vibrate
Hoping you want me to come scoop you not being more weight
I fell from Gucci sandals back to no name brands
From a six and a mansion to beating the sands
Staying true make ends meet to have enough for the love I take
All-savage and stuff
Have a brick where most F.E.D.S. dare to touch
Fear none to see the cash, and us popping the clutch
Chopping a Dutch-flip cop twice as much living low key
A minute then heist and stuff
If I have to wait while you gone I'm a take what comes
If you don't see cash, know its hard in the slums
Cause I ran through the stash and it ain't no funds

[Amil]
Oh shhhh
Yo Jon-John this track is crazy

[Jon-John]
You know how i do
Browntown, Roc-A-Fella

[Amil]
Where my ballers at? Where my thugs at?
Where my fellows at?
Where my coins at? Where my bitches at?
Where my ladies at?
Where my ballers at? Where my thugs at?
Where my fellows at?
Where my coins at? Where my bitches at?
Where my ladies at?

Let me know what tha deal, keep it real
If you wanna build
Ain't nothing wrong with a roughneck
Rockin' dirty Timbs, baggy jeans, and a nice chest
What you do on the low?
You Bling-bling
You's a thug for sure, I want ice cold ice, hit me off
Wanna break me off, you gotta break me off
Break me off

Chorus:
However you wanna get down
I can get down, baby, like you get down
You know I don't play around
If you got diamonds, maybe we can get down
However you wanna get down
I can get down, baby, like you get down
You know I don't play around
If you got diamonds, maybe we can get down, get down

Can I live? Let me live, you want me
Then you gotta give
I'm a bad girl, such a bad girl
Not a hot girl, but a rock girl
Drive a drop girl
Hair is done, body's right
You wanna touch cause I'm just that tight
We can roll, we can stroll but I gotta let you know
I ain't giving out without doe

Chorus:

So if you wanna get with me
Then diamonds is what I need
You are what I need
And if you want to make me happy
Then give me some of your cream
Give it to me baby, give it to me, give it to me

[Amil]
Rap:
Uh huh, yeah
Amilliyon, Major Coins
Uh
It be the brokest niggas always talking shit
I don't even notice niggas who can't offer shit
What that look like, a broke nigga flossin this
Major Coin, meaning high costing bitch
Only a baller in fact can keep me in the minks
To the small of my back, I'm just keeping it real
Letting y'all know from the gate, no papes, no scrapes
You ain't hungry for it, no plates
Mother fucker you'll get clowned first
Treat you like a corner scrub slinging an ounce of dirt
Think about it, what sound worse?
Telling my Coins you broke, or you drowned the purse?
See only official bitches wifey of a rich nigga
A smart bitch, fuck with no trick niggas
Them grimy bitches fuck with stick niggas
And a dumb bitch just fuck you for your dick nigga

Chorus:

[Amil]
Uh, yeah
It's like....I don't know what to do
I mean, what should I do?
Uh, yeah, yeah yeah

See I've got lil secret
But I don't think I could keep it
Now when you first stepped to me
Didn't think you wanted to do me
Started taking me to dinner and the movies
Had me open off the minks and jewelry
Buying me things that you know I wanted
Begging me for loving and you know I fronted
Now we doing more then getting blunted
And we both know we shouldn't of done it
Because wifey at home and that's a no, no
How we gonna keep this on the low, low?
Try to let got but the tricking won't stop
Feels so good baby please don't stop
I'm not trying to disrespect her
But everybody know what's up except her

Chorus:
See I'm gone tell your girlfriend
That you been doing more than flirting
Where you at when you say you working
Yeah I'm gone tell your girlfriend

I know I'm not the only one claming you
Your girl did a good job training you
She could feed the kids and wash the clothes
She could cook dinner and mop the floors
Just keep giving me a lot of doe
And give me some loving before you gotta go
Once you get home your girl be beefin'
Wondering where you was this weekend
Her cousin told her that she seen us creepin'
I guess by now she know you cheatin'
She must of found my number cause she calling me
Couldn't talk cause her man was all in me
Told her call me back at a quarter to three
Now that's the way real players ought to be
Shall I tell her bout the S he ordered me
So hy you fuckin' with him?
Cause he can afford me

Chorus:

It was the money that made me get with you
But right now I'm trying to get rid of you
Cause you always at my house like I live with you
Wanna lock me down like I got kids with you
See I knew from the gate that you was taken
If I told you that I loved you, I was only faken
Shit it ain't like that I wanna keep you
But I'll beep you when I need you
Now who getting played better you than me
Cause I know you could never be true to me
If you did it to her you could do it to me
Start slippin' and you might be losing me
Fuck getting hair done and a manicure
That's for beginner bitches and amateurs
I want a house on the beach, couple whips and more
Motherfucker mow you know what Major Coins stand for

Chorus: 2xs

Nigga you ain't told me nothing i ain't heard and
Action speaks louder than words and
Said you would treat me right
They said you be sweating every freak in sight
Yeah i know, one day you gon marry me
Yeah i know, you want to have your seed
Yeah i know, don't worry, 'cause there is no other
Yeah i know, and you can't stand your baby mother, right
Oh, you never felt this way before, huh
Wanna keep me in the gucci stores, huh
What happened to them minks and the diamond rings
Lying ass nigga, you ain't buyin me things
Nigga don't tell me i'm your flyest bitch
If i can't get the keys just to drive the whip
If i ain't the one you take on the private trips
If you got it like you say you do then provide them chips nigga

Chorus
[jay-z]
We'll always be togetha
No one can fuck you betta
[amil]
Yeah nigga i heard this all before
Yeah nigga i heard this all before
Yeah nigga you drive me crazy
I wanna have your baby
[jay-z]
Yeah bitch, i heard this all before
Yeah bitch, i heard this all before

[jay-z]
I thought you ain't like rap
You was deceiving me
All you do all day is watch bet
Actin like you ain't recognize when you met me in the ride
Mispronouncing my name, squinting your eyes
You shouldn't play games wit pimp like i
Now that i gained you, i'm supposed to sympathise
Yeah i know, you hait parties and you never go out
Yeah i know, you a nun and you stay in your house
Yeah i know, well can you please do me this favor
How you been with three rappers and six ball players, tell me that
Shit, we both gamin eachother
Lying through our teeth, both blaming eachother
I tried to front on you i take you to my rest
You tried to front on me actin like you ain't impressed
I'm tryin to see if the coochie's propa
You trying to score your self a gucci parka
And that new shit from prada
You tryin to get a rich baby father
I'm tryin to forget you by tomorra
This ain't rocket science
Ain't no rock buyin, just a hard rock lyin
And stop frontin like your shit is real
You get your game from oprah and lauryen hill
And if you are a nice girl, and i read you wrong
Look, i'm sorry if i lead you on, ok

[amil]
Nah nigga, you ain't got to apologize
I knew that bitch want your cousin on your father's side
I mean damn, you don't even let me answer your cell
I mean damn, why i still got to ring the bell?
I find girl phone numbers and you say they your mans
When i call you don't even know who i am
So you can go ahead wit all that game you throw me
Don't tell me, motherfucka show me

Chorus x2

[Amil]
Yo, ever since I known you, you been out to get me
Acting like my peeps, but I know that's how you tricked me
Love to see me get high, love to see my tipsy
Heard you even wanna stick a little chip in me
You been trying to play me close ever since my shine
Wanna take me to dinner, feed me shrimp and swine
You said, "Amil I want you to meet a good friend of mine
His name is Money and we partners till the end of time"
Introduced me to your clique, hate, envy, lust and greed
Said you want the whole world in ya custody
And if I give you my soul you'll give me luxuries
Said you could hit me up wit power, it's just up to me
I turn you on when I'm in short skirts and tight jeans
You want my kids to write Santa and celebrate Halloween
Told me sell my people crack and get rich off fens
You love the number 6 but hate the number 13

Chorus: [Carl Thomas]
We'll have some quarrels
Some disappointments
And a whole lot of problems
And you will except me

[Amil]
You wanna, be the one to pick me up when I fall
Told me hang Casear bojease on my living room wall
It was always something bout you that made my skin crawl
You turned me into a player and showed me how to ball
You give me rewards when I rob and steal
Want me to abort my babies and get on the pill
You put burners in the hood so each other we kill
I see your eye watching me on the dollar bills
When I got the scoop on you, it just made you mad
Cause I moved out your crib, packed all my bags
Them days I turned to you was the days you laughed
You used to smile every time I pledge allegiance to the flag
We speak now and then but we ain't smacking hands
You be up in the clubs asking me for a dance
Still trying to convince me to go cheat on my man
Begging me to please give you just one more chance

Chorus:

[Amil]
When we was kids you was the one who taught me how to lie
Said I could always use you as my alibi
And you kept me from knowledge, wisdom, and the most high
Had me believe God had blonde hair and blue eyes
Our relationship went sour since I found the truth
You know you can't have me so you fuck with my youth
You got all my phones tapped, I gotta talk at booths
I learned an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth
You built Sodom and Gomorra for us all to live in
When we was cool you used to tell me all your visions
Like how you gonna rule the nations under one religion
You got this New World order, it's like a big prison
You said you wanna be worshipped from noon to noon
Nothings gonna get better is what we all assumed
Cause nights is getting shorter and it's snowing in June
I see you working overtime cause you out of here soon

Chorus:2xs

[Amil]
I'm making it hard for these little rap chicks to come out
I'm coppin' whips you in the street with your thumb out
You wanna battle but when it's time to spit you dumb out
Singles I've touched been going platinum since the first one out
I put on seven niggas just to carry me on
Amilliyon say the hook let'em carry the song
I be the only bitch on the mic makin' it hot
With the smoke in the drop in the vacant lot
Since this bitch been in this game I been takin' spots
And if you hatin' me, shit you must be hatin' the Roc
Take it there yeah, I break it down like this
Ain't a bitch live who can make it sound like this
Don't make Amilliyon have to pull rank
Lyrics never on E, I keep a full tank
Any nigga that I fuck wit got my name in the bank
Yeah you heard me, he got at least my name in the bank

Chorus: 2xs
Everything I spit be raw
I be like 10lbs of coke and be quick to draw
And it's pure fuck Miami, it be Ecuador
For my peeps fuck a foot
I got they leg in the door

Yo, let's take it to the whips, bitch five or six
We could take it to the block flip dimes to bricks
Take it to the mic see who spit the livest shit
Who wanna take it to the streets to the nines and clips
I'm the bitch that won't skate when daddy empty the safe
Lie on the stand if Jake hem'em up with a case
Far as this rap shit fuck fame or shine or rhyme
I don't care who joint drop the same time as min
Chicks redo albums once they heard my buzz
Mother fuckers know, I'm a track murderer
So you could, pop shit bitch run your mouth
I know niggas that'll get you right in front of your house
For free and that's just on the strength of me
If you could touch Amil then you could mention me
You think Jay wrote this, that's complimenting me
I'm the best till somebody prove me differently

Chorus:

You got beef, let's put it all on the table
You want the hottest clique on the street
You know the label
You want the hottest bitch ever known I' willing and able
Could y'all broads be story tale like a Eastside fable
You want me to spit bitch make it payable
If you lucky if you'll be hearing back within a day or two
That's just comin from a chick who done paid her dues
Know I'm the hottest chick from kicks to the gator shoes
A yo, respect this shield of David piece on the necklace
Now who wanna take it to some next shit?
Hey yo I crush all bitches, eat up most niggas
Teach these rap broads, train gold diggas
You know I know niggas and you know I hld figures
We speak but that don't mean my niggas is yo niggas
We up in your spot strapped with the hoods on
I am Major Coins and any bitch I put on nigga

Chorus:

is it a blessin' to live or a blessin' to die?
Let me finish off this hell with no questions why
I should be happy i'm on and i'm dressed in fly but is the game changing me for
The extra pie?
If you could just look into the life i live
360 catching up on all the trife i did
Got my peoples up north trynna slice the bids
While i'm in love with a nigga with a wife and kid
Maybe if my pops aint abondend me
I wouldn't let so many niggas take advantage of me
Using me
Some even put their hands on me
I wonder what the most high god planned for me
My life line gettin' shorter when i look at my palms
Will i be notin' like my biological moms
She aint raised me so naturally i never felt the bond
At 16 got my ged never saw a prom

Chorus: i've been weak and i've been strong
Been through the fire ive'been through the storms
I try to do right and i know i do wrong
Just be happy for me when my life is gone
No more hurt and no more tears
The'll be no more pain and no more fears
No more people in my face that's
Not sincere so
Smile for me when i'm no longer here

At a younge age i let the world turn me out
Pellets and purple haze been burnt me out
A hardknock life was i learned about
Trynna ease the only thing i be concerned about
Tellin' my youth everything happen for a reason
Let them know it aint daddy's fault the moneys be leavin'
If it wasn't for the streets he'd still be breathin;
Trynna raise him by myself but i know he need him
Me and my seed used to live for mostly welfare
Only two checks a month for us both to share
I remember makin' sure that the cost was clear so i could boost us
Some mother fuckin' clothes to wear
Had to hustle cuz those food stamps just wasn't enough
Up state back to ? gotta throw me up
All this fast cash only turned the heat up
Can't afford to get knocked but who gonna feed us?

Chorus

Can't shake these thoughts of suicide
Anyone i ever loved though was close to die
Ones i trusted or though was being true, lied
A life time of tears but just a few i cried
Try to take my past and stick it up on the shelf
Will my actions stay from all the pain i felt
Just trynna make the best out the hand i delt
If i fall who can i turn to for help
Is my man with me and not my wealth
Will he be there through good and bad sickness and health
Does he want the real me or somebody else?
I've been ? just so i don't hurt myself
Now that i'm on
Most can't stand me now
But they was happy when i rocked all them hand me downs
When i need 'em funny how they can't be found
That's why the most high's my only family now

Chorus

This how I creep on ya asses
See how the beat is building I creep on your asses
(Just blaze)
Let me show y'all what the fuck I mean
Uh uh jigga man ya heard
Amillion ya heard
Rocafella ya heard
The dynasty lets go

Hook 1: [Jay-Z] (Amil)

All my ladies (that's right)
You pop cris (that's right)
You a hot bitch (that's right)
Make that nigga trick (that's right)
Get that dough ma (that's right)
Let em know ma (that's right)
Soon as you learn how da drive make em put you in a five mommie`

Hook 2: [Amil] (Jay-Z)

Yo you got dough (that's right)
Let it show (that's right)
If the moneys slow (that's right)
You know the rest yo (buck buck buck)
For my thug niggas (right)
Bust a slug niggas (right)
Fuck that get money show love niggas

[Jay-Z]
Jigga man got grammys so grams cops cannot stand me
Ladies want me to put cock in they hot panties
Big man on campus six sadan
Over 100 million made niggas shipped and scanned
Niggas cannot stop, knocking that big pac,
Knocking that big pun, poppin my big gun quick
Run duck as soon as the gun bust
Forget where I'm from be coughin ya up
Robbin hood a the big truck
Pickin the bums up
I never know when I can be down my dumb luck
But the flow so tough I've been beatin the drums up
Been hot so long like I'm heatin the sun up
Wanna come up ones and I'm beggin niggas to run up
So I can take this heat and bang you ta next summa
Number 1 rapper dippin mo mos'
Don't make me come press ya wit this fo fo nigga

Hook 1 Jay-z (Amil)
Hook 2 Amil (Jay-Z)
*with minor changes*

[Amil]
Amillion make allota tricks (hop skip

Amil outlaw fly indeed
Got every chic's man eyeing me
Think you could crush this try and see
Its the major coin i-n-c
And am too hot to just be warm
I start fire alarms from dusk to dawn
Catch me with the diamond clusters on
And Gucci feathered sandals with the mustard thong
Model Mommy
The body like a cola bottle mommy
Mulatto up in the galoino mommy
One in a Amiliyon killin' em
Might have to change my name to billioyn
Voice so ill you'll wanna speak my shit
Joints so hot you'll wanna leak my shit
Plus haters sneak peek my shit
But still I be the only one to freak this shit

Y'all dead wrong
If you think you fuckin' wit this
And you'll know
That y'all got nothing on this
Y'all want that
or you want something like this
Those who hate
Yeah y'all just fronting on this
Why chicks don't wanna rap on the same song as me
You need a verse ma, its on me
See all this publishing belong to me
Just imagine how the second album gonna be
Non-stop party hopping
Roc roc rocs and keep on rocking
Everything I spit be popping
Anything Amiliyon want she copping
(Whoop Whoop) Ain't nothing change
And I play more ballers then them rucker games
Light gray studs, ring, watch, plus the chain
Will I ever be broke what's my name?
Have you ever seen a chick like this?
Ever heard one spit like this?
I dead 'em all put my word on that
All money is legal and I murder tracks
Cute as a button
Can't tell this bitch nothin'
Ghetto fab whole click bubbling
Diana Ross the boss of the rock
Shit you know me I got to floss at the spot
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