Broke Willies - Onyx, X-1

To all you rappers out there

With money and fame

Rockin a foreign car

Everything brand name

Broke Willies with no money

Keep runnin yo 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 a show, price low enough

ghetto struck, layin in the cut

with the metal mack 11, what

no cup, sippin amaretto 7-up

the wet life, shit is liquid

my wife trippin’my whole clique got shit to whip it last switchin

Benz to Benz skippin, superstar hittin

your whole world is ice rippin, you like sniffin

you like shittin, tricks trickin, rolly with the 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 hevily ill from Beverly Hills

I paid 20 g’s

damn son it better be real

We holdin your deals, its 70 mils

eaten meals of Beverly pills

Now watch how the bubbly spills

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,

im not worried bout no price, i wear the same clothes TWICE!

fuck the PO-LICE!

Its hydro stuff L’s, six plus sells

stones heavy on the scales themselves, X-L

strait G’s, moneys and properties

black F-G 15's, weightin trees and OC’s

We old g’s always O.T.-in on a low-key

spit more game than goldie, your bitch chose 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 waist

whos Benz I hit two twins in a blue Ventz

and we’re in destroy deals, a house flow for reals

cause white-collar crimes equal dolla’dolla’sign!

yo we 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 niggas flippin more then halfs

livin it up, takin all the cash, GIVIN IT UP!

we set it up, on a low tilt 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 strippers dancin in the mansion

word up, that’s how we operate

uncut n raw

the players copping, fake cokies stepped on twice

put your money on the street niggas under the lihgt

and hold your money tight

kids to die, raze em up, and roll 'em twice

even rich nigga ass better so trife

we’ll gamble mo off yo life

true i couldn’t see well

flip my p12, rover key to the e-mail

wish a hundred tell, g’d out, I walk the hog, I beat jail

yall gotta each tell, 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 a show, here we’re out kid

(word up word up)