Only You girl that's what I'm 'bout In my world, Only You, I'mma do for a love What I would do for a love [Outro: Half-A-Mill] Word!, Only You baby,
ridiculous Five star dishes, different exotic fishes Man, this shit is fucking ridiculous Fucking ridiculous Success is what you make it, take it how it come A half a mil' in twenties like a
, I doubt if you go gold or platinum What we do has only been mastered by a few I take a half a million tapes, sell 'em straight to you All that shit
your head at arms, reached, cocked and ready 'Cause the streets'll catch you slippin', rock you steady Watch your back with your homies that you feel
never gon' believe you You should do what we do, stack chips like *Hebrews* Don't let the melody intrigue you (uh-uh) Cause I leave you, I'm only
gon' believe you You should do what we do, stack chips like *Hebrews* Don't let the melody intrigue you (uh-uh) Cause I leave you, I'm only here for
everyday living Is slowly corrupting my soul I'm 2 months out the joint on papers Walking with 3 years parole I did 4 and a half a slab And shit a nigga
get fined a hundred thou' (This is crazy) Huh them cats are ill, 5 times a half a mil Wanna play like a bumper sticker smack a grill Paul Wall cap a grill
Can you feel our beat So give us half Or I guarantee baby You gonna feel the heat And I'm a little bit high Save a little and you die Send a blizzard
budget back Renegotiating got a mil to do a dozen tracks Yeah, I?m eatin' only reason is because I rap My homies eatin' only reason is because of crack
you half off a rental Coma... Or the specialty for Gran Thef, a Flight Jacket with a reversal zip up Body Bag... A John Doe tag, and a mummified pipe
If you grew up with holes in your zapitos You'd celebrate the minute you was havin' doe So, fuck critics, you can kiss our whole asshole If you don't like my lyrics, you
, really? You only feel me if you walk the same road Talk the same code Still dwelling in the hell, and find a time to make a home The few who escaped
shit's cool Hid a loaded pistol under this retarded kid's stool I had a dream I blew up with half a mil' sold And still stole a credit card, a purse,
Asap, asap, asap, asap, A-S-A-P, A-S-A-P Asap, asap, asap, asap, A-S-A-P, A-S-A-P Asap, asap, asap, asap, A-S-A-P, A-S-A-P I'm on my grind, grand hustle
makin? a pit stop, go and buy a box of Glocks See, rolled up and yo winner Yo, remember that kid that we vicked He made a half of mil? for real, he
