doll A 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 Im pulling capers watch how shes jumping like the Lakers
I want land with acres you f*cking papers
Im from back in the day when them n* ggas was wearing
And they treat you like a racist
Mili-Militant yeah Im back in the booth
30-30 pop I hit ya ass from the roof yeah
Its the truth shoot on ya where you
Money with body shots till your body drop (uh)
I aint got the hammer cocked to probably shoot
We talk about we shouldve called a truce
Shout to all my n*ggas that be hanging on
Waiting to make their **** bark bang let loose
Chill man chill lets get at a dolla bill they told me
Chill lets get at a dolla bill they
Chill lets get at a dolla bill they told me
Chill lets get at a dolla bill