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