Текст песни Quiet Money (feat. AZ) - Half-A-Mill
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
Альбом
Milíon
1 Intro
2 Tuff Guy (feat. Ali Vegas)
3 What U Ridin (feat. Natural)
4 New Millennium
5 Quiet Money (feat. AZ)
6 Don't Go Away
7 Where BK At
8 Fires In Hell
9 Some Niggaz (Extended Version)
10 Thug Onez (feat. Kool G Rap, Musolini and Noreaga)
11 Gimme Ya Luv
12 Ghetto Girl
13 Thug Luv
14 Bounce (feat. Spice 1 )
15 Outro
16 Thuggest Enemy #1
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