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Escobar '97
Honies cash weed cars
ghetto celebrities 'hood movie stars
gat slingers now rap singers are who we are
The path we all walk starts out long it's like a boardwalk
went from Nasty to Nas to Nas to Escobar
monopoly some make it around some go down it's prophecy
happy days balancing with life's atrocities
hoppin' in v's knowin' some day I got to lead properly
high up in a five realizing the price paid
one might say, top of the world's two whips, a crib and a girl
for this life laid in the light shade
quick to celebrate it, poppin' corks like they made it
while you could catch me in a crisp white five
pretentious, arrogant niggas is senseless
pro ball players with white wives, peep they night lives
dark tinted, dijon my theme song, love and happiness, how can it seem wrong
I mean before this, I used to rock a taurus with the donuts
now I grown up, got it chromed up
got the rap game sewn up, sho I feel a slow buzz, off the dutch
niggas acting cool, but it's really no love
this is everyday, every second
got to make it pay, every lesson I learnt
got me open while most of these rappers'll stay burnt
Chorus 2x (the second time "Honies" changes to Money")
With so much drama in QBC, it's kinda hard being Escobarro
Elderado Red, sippin' Dom out the bottle
my life is like a Donald Goines novel
we wave glasses like bravo
drunk niggas with mad problems, and shot pockets
my niggas from the block rock this,
looking to profit, in different ways
box cocaine, cook it and chop it
goin' through this difficult stage, called life
but each year my physical's praised
some fell beyond the reach of help
cut in the street, thinkin' they could teach theyself
when all we wanted was a piece of wealth
the streets are insanity
and randomly, feed our family
amply, living in ths thug's fantasy
richest nigga in show biz is what I plan to be
heavy chain and my QB sway, living this king's life
Chorus 2x (The Second time "Honies" changes to "Money")
magazines write about me, in this dream it's all tight
Now the main thing that boggle my brain be all the bottles of pain
they tried to throw me off track, but I caught that
iced the chain and all the followers came
they thought I lost that
but I'm continuing to make more stacks
halftime, new york state of mind, it was written was hittin'
sleepin on the plane, wake up when we land feelin' real scared, on the
trips overseas, southeast, diamond and riches
ground
rollie flush, princess cuts, and large rounds
the crews up, findin time to shine rocks
if it go there, I lay you before you lay me, it's crazy
it's real, you violate, be in a pine box
haters keep hating, and ladies'll keep glancing
I didn't make the game, the game made me
records for the babies so they raised up in mansions
Yall know the routine out this muthafucka.... word up
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