Artist: Half-A-Mill f/ AZ Album: Milion Song: Quiet Money Typed by: goldenarms_10304, DaSun Akbar (Super Fly film sample) Militant: Dig it, dope peddler We're out here building a new nation for black people It's time for you to start payin' some dues, nigga! Youngblood Priest: I ain't givin' you shit! (Intro) AZ Haha-haha-haha New drink, Baileys and henny You ain't got no henny, get the remi You ain't got the remi, any cognac will do Smooth criminal shit baby [Half-A-Mill] Keyser Sšze intention, glide in a hummer with the flying saucer engine Willied out at my crib in the winter having cookouts Smack my whiz, look out I'm like Bronner Bros. crap niggas tryna conquer us They mad, cuz they jump outta cabs and hopped on the bus Copping dust, Firm clique rock the whole Metropolis Bitches who burn dick, won't put a stop to us Niggas who turn snitch, gotta rush Coward, you ain't a part of us Send you flowers, you part of the dust Hard to discuss, this ill 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 my father's Dodge pickup, it wasn't really my fathers But the pulley made the starter kick up The money made even the hardest get stuck The smartest get fucked, honest for what? This world is like Sodom & Gomorrah Niggas ain't promised tomorrow Only thing we're promised is projects False prophets, 50 cent beers, SSI checks Prison bars, prison yards, Knowledge thru Wisdom, God Living large, get with the Mob, ain't nothing personal It's strictly a job, six in the heart, for six hundred lard We gunning hard, coming hard, hundreds and cars [Chorus: Half A Mill & AZ] Quiet money, retired money Earth, Wind & Fire money, aquire money You wanna die, try it money Seven six and five money Live money, Ill Click to ride from me Quiet money, retired money Earth, Wind & Fire money, aquire money You wanna die, try it money Seven six and five money Provide for my Fam and my Fam provide for me [AZ] Glaciers of ice, niggas in the race for their life Raised in the hype, for real killers playing tonight Basing the pipe, dope-fiends will blaze at your wife Who want what? Nigga, let's engage in a fight Glorify wit the gray seal, relay real from the spirit So niggas can hear it like Curtis Mayfield Front door shit, we pump raw shit Pretty portraits, nickel plate gats that gorgeous On the runway, rip and run, relax on Sunday Who want a gun play? My mind only work one way Words of a wise man, got love on the streets I ran To never snitch, and never flip or even beat my man Play the game for y'all niggas, rearrange ya shit E&J ya shit, cuz you say ya rich, haha-haha-haha Speak subliminal, smooth hustler, black criminal Smack ya general, even my bitch will clap ten at you MAC's identical, rarely react when I'm interviewed In the Q, creep 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 get splashed in their dream You couldn't match my team You ain't original, you like a flugelhorn hollow beam You was rocking Bugle Boys Head nodding like you shooting boi All of a sudden you Super Boy You just a pigeon in the coup Peace to them ill cats, living the proof Manifesting the truth, Firm affil', landing jets on your roof Exceptional, got a set schedule, ganja festival Prime line fish and vegetable, I'm skeptical My man seen it thru his Cartier spectacles I'm telling you, this BMW life is best for you The ghetto brung out the hell in you The heat took over the L in you Covert 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 holding, except for you Tough luck's gotten the best of you, we living Hummer wit the flying saucer engine, satellite system High, travel at night, thru the ninth dimension Every word, precise wisdom, various furs in this life I'm living My dunn shoot dice in prison, I would like to mention My insight is like ice thats glistens They took a page of my book and built Princeton University I'm all for this paper personally You heard of me the first time your purchased a ki FEDS got pictures of niggas holding bitches and G's Cut your arms off, in case you got tricks up your sleeves Split up the cheese, I got hollow tips for the D's Pimping disease, my bitches swallow ships in the sea Black Marquise, you ain't a player, you'se a car thieve Stomp you wit gators on, squash you like beef Make it hard for your heart to beat Spray up ya hood, darken the streets Mark of the Beast, push cars on weekend We park in the streets that's deep