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Onyx (ft. X-1) - Broke Willies
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
X-1
X-1
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mick Jagger
Mick Jagger
Composer
Tyrone Taylor
Tyrone Taylor
Composer
Fred Scruggs
Fred Scruggs
Composer
Sticky Fingaz
Sticky Fingaz
Composer
B. Sandlin
B. Sandlin
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Onyx
Onyx
Producer
Keith Everette Horne
Keith Everette Horne
Producer
DJ LS ONE
DJ LS ONE
Mixing Engineer
Ken "Supa Engineer" Duro
Ken "Supa Engineer" Duro
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

To all you rappers out there With money and fame Rock you in a farm car Anything brand name Broke Willies with no money Keep runnin' ya game Can't forget all our thugs That's locked in chains We ain't have shit growin' up, now we blowin' up Hundred G's is sho' price low enough Ghetto struck, layin' in da cut with the metal mack 11 What? No cup, sippin' on my reddle 7 Up The wet life, shit, is liquid, my wife trippin' My whole clique, I shit da wippin', last switchin' Benz to Benz skippin', supastar hittin' Your whole world is ice rippin', you like sniffin' Ya like shittin', tricks trickin', rollie with da inscription Watch a rich nigga clickin' (From New York to L.A.) Same shit, different day, mad cash to play (When I walk my chains swing) I drew swing heavenly ill from Beverly Hills I pay 20 G's, damn, son, it betta be real We holy your deals, it's 70 mills, eaten mills of Beverly pills Now, watch how to bubble these mills To all you rappers out there With money and fame Rock you in a farm car Anything brand name Broke Willies with no money Keep runnin' ya game Can't forget all our thugs That's locked in chains To all you rappers out there With money and fame Rock you in a farm car Anything brand name roke Willies with no money Keep runnin' ya game Can't forget all our thugs That's locked in chains I grew up in the PJ's and wore the same gear for 3 days Sittin' to get a blunk out, I wanna blew a mill in the month From a low life, the one I go shopping I'm not worried about no price, I wear the same clothes twice (Fuck da police) It's hydro stuff L's, six plus sells Stones heavy on the scales themselves, excel Straight G's, moneys and proprieties Black F-G 15's, weighin' trees and O.C.'s We O.G.'s always O.T.ing on a low-key Spit more game than Goldie, ya bitch, choose me Suppose we mostly, do 'em slowly We play 'em closely, stayed on city cakes, they get erase them A sucker for a pretty face, with a twenty ways Who's Benz I hit two twins in a blue Vince? And we're in destroy deals, a house flow for reals 'Cause like color crimes, nigga, dolla', dolla', sign To all you rappers out there With money and fame Rock you in a farm car Anything brand name Broke Willies with no money Keep runnin' ya game Can't forget all our thugs That's locked in chains Yo, we've went from rags to riches and get pitches With mad bitches, yo, you can get a autograph Or one shot, from the semi-auto pass Rap niggaz flippin' more then halfs Livin' it up, takin' all the cash, givin' it up We set it up on a low 'til it up In the black quest, pass sex to the extress From out the blackness, straight on the boulevard Lookin' for somethin' to get my hands in A stripper's dancin' in the mansion Word up, that's how we operate, uncut raw Da players copping, fake cookies stepped on twice Put your money on the street niggaz, under the light And hold your money tight Kids to die, raze 'em up and roll 'em twice Egal rich niggaz, ass better, so trife Well, gamble mo' of yo' life, too, I couldn't see well Flip my P-12, Rover key to da e-mail Wish a hundred tell, G-bell, I walk the hog, I beat jail Yo, gotta each 12, kick back, relax, word up Nigga laid up, bills paid up Shit, is all sunny when he pulled up in a 4-20 We throw these cats on the sideline, lookin' all funny Gettin' no money 'cause they every day clownin' We play around with thousands, a hundred G's where we countin' A hundred G's is show, here we're out kid Word, word up To all you rappers out there With money and fame Rock you in a farm car Anything brand name Broke Willies with no money Keep runnin' ya game Can't forget all our thugs That's locked in chains To all you rappers out there With money and fame Rock you in a farm car Anything brand name Broke Willies with no money Keep runnin' ya game Can't forget all our thugs That's locked in chains
Writer(s): Mick Jagger, Keith Richards, Tyrone Taylor, Kirk Jones, Fred Jr. Scruggs, Keith Everette Horne Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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