Dolla Bill
You n*ggas is traitors I gave you hard-working labour
I gave you your flavour you f*cking Bohemian haters
You n*ggas is fakers you gave me crumbs now give me cakes
The movers and fakers can f*ck around and catch the vapors
While I'm pulling capers watch how she's jumping like the Lakers
I want land with acres you f*cking papers
I'm from back in the day when them n*ggas was wearing
And they treat you like a racist
Mili-Militant yeah I'm back in the booth
30-30 pop I hit ya ass from the roof yeah
It's the truth shoot on ya where you
Money with body shots 'till your body drop (uh)
I ain't got the hammer cocked to probably shoot
We talk about we should've called a truce
Shout to all my n*ggas that be hanging on
Waiting to make their **** bark bang let loose
Chill man chill let's get at a dolla bill they told me
Chill let's get at a dolla bill they
Chill let's get at a dolla bill they told me
Chill let's get at a dolla bill