Want It Lyrics by E Money Bags
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(feat. Horse, Nas) [Nas] Million dollar homes platinums filled with alot of stones Bitches on, every new nigga dick who rich If the street could speak the sidewalk could talk Everybody business be heard so I prefer To blueprint, every plan among fam clear Don't wanna risk a billion dollar plan the walls have ears Meet at aquariums, me and the team cause I'm preparin 'em For everythin I seen, who's the most feard and why they scared of 'em Well first, we need to know who we kill first Or how to know a whole from the Earth YO they come in all shapes; skinny and tall Easy to fall for the cake, they throwin they walk Most niggaz wanna shine when it ain't they time Comin up with styles mimickin mine My infinite mind, has no beginin or end Take out the ink replace the blood of my pen Thugin again [Horse] I'm pointed all time regulatin is a must Adjust, your hustler state of mind for you blow up Succes, wins along this hatred and envy The games people play when your pockets lookin empty The dime drop 'em, would he smoke or playin poker He gambles with his life and his cards are gettin shorter The young and reckless, pack gats inside they vests I'm 22 to oo-ups, seein who the freshest I guessed this, must my time to exhale I've been waitin so damn long that this rap shit is stale Make it happen, in these streets kids is clappin Fuck this rappin, seein cheese hustlin crackin This formal drive seat recline, big wheelie man Doin scams for the rich and if it runs in my fam Cross roads, cross breeds, cross over weak mc's Horse man will always shine, never waste my time [E Money Bags] Crime relation got my niggaz time facin in the line pacin y'all All the gods this one for y'all I never forget it, three times a week on the visit Just tryin to hold my head until I see the death of these snitches I know some real ones on the run keepin touch with they bitches And you can feel what I'm sayin, I suggest that you listen A victim of circle stance the doe took me A circle plan design by devious minds to worship custom vans TV's with fuckin plans keepin them chicken cluckin him See me I'm buckin men, this life we stuck with him I know the way out theres light at the end of the tunnel Fray out if I have to, in a heart beat to clap you, a lap to Another chapter had to adapta This way of life in your paw, make sure you spray it right I know the game found my destiny, its best that we part Before I act like sex me god, bust off severely Make all my thugs feel me For the lost clues that make they news yearly [Nas] Jump on it, most of my days spent high My niggaz in the cage get by Writin letters collect calls and vias GED's, lock down earnin college degrees OG's who put us up on more G How what if I would of stayed school for another grade What I would of knew would of got me more paid But I ain't mad, can't complain blew like NASA But what I would of learned might of got me here faster Cold days in the back of the train Passengers faces reveal laughter, while some show pain Blind man come and ask for some change Now I'm in the Range or airplane, it ain't a fair game How I end up, Benz truck with my ends up To prove city housin, wheres plenty wildin But there's many thousands of us prepared to do whatever The higher power ask of us, flesh to ashes To dust so the whole world hear us, don't you want it nigga? [Chorus: Nas] Want it baby, I want it baby Don't go on it, your up on it baby Jump on it, jump on it, I want it baby You want it baby, I want it baby Jump on it
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