New Millennium

[Chorus]<br>All we do is get money and get real high<br>Push Benzes and 85 I`s<br>New World Order, got ya ready to run and hide<br>New Millennium, we will survive<br>All we do is get money and get real high<br>Push Ranges and Benz Buggy I`s<br>New World Order, got ya ready to run and hide<br>New Millennium, we will survive<br><br>[Half-A-Mill]<br>I see you stupid `dro, still my brain cells never move slow<br>Toke calico, deep throat the baddest hoes<br>Niggas know my status quote, artistic<br>I draw a biscuit, unlike Michaelangelo, I`m the Noah of this thug shit<br>Flooded, everyday`s another bucket get<br>I can`t front, I love this shit<br>You missed the lies, now we push S5`s on some other shit<br>Blowin another clip, some say they waitin for the mothership<br>I ain`t debatin, cuz in heaven or hell, I tell God, I tell Satan<br>I`m all about money makin, on my job like a hundred Jamaicans<br>Runnin wit kingpins, who you gon rob<br>I send a squad to kill ya squad<br>Fuck ya thinkin, Firm niggas push Cadillac Jeeps,<br>Navigator Lincoln`s<br>Global caught on my Motorola Mobile<br>Off the hook books like Barnes & Nobles<br>Street astroligist, heat communist, complete logic is<br>I got one goal, to put goal on the streets, where the projects is<br>We too strong to die, that`s why we gotta live<br>Platinum doubt in the hottest whips<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>[Half-A-Mill]<br>Mill Gates, better come somethin, droppin somethin<br>Catch me in the chopper stuntin<br>I`m a Yankee but Jamaican cook me esquire fish and hot dumplings<br>I rock ya Lennon suits with rocks<br>On the cufflinks, lie iller you<br>Curdiest Beck`s, 850 I`s, silver proof, imagine that<br>I used to sling crills for loot<br>Now I`m openin my money store like Phil Rezoot<br>Keep it here, dope from get money whores<br>Thought he enter the drawers<br>Lois Lane platinum chain, stretch range at the Source Awards<br>Awesome broads they carry proem and sawed-off<br>One shot`ll take the whole top of your Honda Accord off<br>You small dog, you all lost<br>No wins, you fall off, and get hauled off in the trunk of my Benz<br>I smoke skunk, purple haze, twist it up<br>Mixed it up, hit the clutch, switched it up<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>[Half-A-Mill]<br>I smoke purple haze and spit phlegm<br>Big Benz, forty inch rims, New York niggas got shit locked again<br>When the glocks pop, niggas need oxygen<br>Don`t let me catch you slingin rocks on these blocks again<br>I got plots, I`m out to get a hundred thou time ten<br>You know my style dunn, I run with foul wild men<br>With public housin, up north, we be thuggin in the mountain<br>Out in the world, we guzzle Henny straight and no earl<br>Hustle weight, stab a half a cake on your girl, skatin thru states<br>Jets raidin the place, TV`s screen big, DVD playin Scarface<br>Son, I`m God face, hard face<br>Smash you in the chest wit a sledgehammer till ya heart break<br>Wild out, my calico pop rounds out, my shots knock towns out<br>My whole block`ll run up in your town house<br>I`m like so shocked, key the coke like Sosa<br>Pushin ski boat wit a chauffeur<br>Up the Hudson River, I got tons of guns and ones are split up<br>Niggas front, I got to fuck ya shit up<br><br>[Chorus 2X]