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Onyx - BROKE WILLIES Album 'Shut 'Em Down' lyrics
Chorus]
 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 
[Fredro Starr]
 We ain't have shit growin' up now we blowin' up 
 Hundred G's is show 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' 
[X - 1, (Fredro Starr)]
 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 
[Chorus] (2x)
[Sticky Fingaz, (Sonsee)]
 I grew up in the PJ's and wore the same gear for 3 days 
 Sit 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 propories Onyx - BROKE WILLIES Album 'Shut 'Em Down' - http://motolyrics.com/onyx/broke-willies-album-shut-em-down-lyrics.html
 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 most-LY, do 'em slow-LY 
 We play 'em close-LY, 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 colour crimes, nigga dolla' dolla' sign! 
[Chorus]
[Fredro Starr, X-1, Sonsee, Sticky Fingaz]
 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 cokies 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) 
[Chorus] (2x








