Broke Willies Lyrics - Shut 'em Down - Onyx

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' 

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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 

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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 

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