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 I'll 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, I'll 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 I'll 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