All Money Is Legal

[amil]
Oh shhhh
Yo jon-john this track is crazy

[jon-john]
You know how i do
Browntown, roc-a-fella

[amil]
Where my ballers at? where my thugs at?
Where my fellows at?
Where my coins at? where my bitches at?
Where my ladies at?
Where my ballers at? where my thugs at?
Where my fellows at?
Where my coins at? where my bitches at?
Where my ladies at?

Let me know what tha deal, keep it real
If you wanna build
Ain't nothing wrong with a roughneck
Rockin' dirty timbs, baggy jeans, and a nice chest
What you do on the low?
You bling-bling
You's a thug for sure, i want ice cold ice, hit me off
Wanna break me off, you gotta break me off
Break me off

Chorus:
However you wanna get down
I can get down, baby, like you get down
You know i don't play around
If you got diamonds, maybe we can get down
However you wanna get down
I can get down, baby, like you get down
You know i don't play around
If you got diamonds, maybe we can get down, get down

Can i live? let me live, you want me
Then you gotta give
I'm a bad girl, such a bad girl
Not a hot girl, but a rock girl
Drive a drop girl
Hair is done, body's right
You wanna touch cause i'm just that tight
We can roll, we can stroll but i gotta let you know
I ain't giving out without doe

Chorus:

So if you wanna get with me
Then diamonds is what i need
You are what i need
And if you want to make me happy
Then give me some of your cream
Give it to me baby, give it to me, give it to me

[amil]
Rap:
Uh huh, yeah
Amilliyon, major coins
Uh
It be the brokest niggas always talking shit
I don't even notice niggas who can't offer shit
What that look like, a broke nigga flossin this
Major coin, meaning high costing bitch
Only a baller in fact can keep me in the minks
To the small of my back, i'm just keeping it real
Letting y'all know from the gate, no papes, no scrapes
You ain't hungry for it, no plates
Mother fucker you'll get clowned first
Treat you like a corner scrub slinging an ounce of dirt
Think about it, what sound worse?
Telling my coins you broke, or you drowned the purse?
See only official bitches wifey of a rich nigga
A smart bitch, fuck with no trick niggas
Them grimy bitches fuck with stick niggas
And a dumb bitch just fuck you for your dick nigga

Chorus

[amil]
Nigga you ain't told me nothing i ain't heard and
Action speaks louder than words and
Said you would treat me right
They said you be sweating every freak in sight
Yeah i know, one day you gon marry me
Yeah i know, you want to have your seed
Yeah i know, don't worry, 'cause there is no other
Yeah i know, and you can't stand your baby mother, right
Oh, you never felt this way before, huh
Wanna keep me in the gucci stores, huh
What happened to them minks and the diamond rings
Lying ass nigga, you ain't buyin me things
Nigga don't tell me i'm your flyest bitch
If i can't get the keys just to drive the whip
If i ain't the one you take on the private trips
If you got it like you say you do then provide them chips nigga

Chorus
[jay-z]
We'll always be togetha
No one can fuck you betta
[amil]
Yeah nigga i heard this all before
Yeah nigga i heard this all before
Yeah nigga you drive me crazy
I wanna have your baby
[jay-z]
Yeah bitch, i heard this all before
Yeah bitch, i heard this all before

[jay-z]
I thought you ain't like rap
You was deceiving me
All you do all day is watch bet
Actin like you ain't recognize when you met me in the ride
Mispronouncing my name, squinting your eyes
You shouldn't play games wit pimp like i
Now that i gained you, i'm supposed to sympathise
Yeah i know, you hait parties and you never go out
Yeah i know, you a nun and you stay in your house
Yeah i know, well can you please do me this favor
How you been with three rappers and six ball players, tell me that
Shit, we both gamin eachother
Lying through our teeth, both blaming eachother
I tried to front on you i take you to my rest
You tried to front on me actin like you ain't impressed
I'm tryin to see if the coochie's propa
You trying to score your self a gucci parka
And that new shit from prada
You tryin to get a rich baby father
I'm tryin to forget you by tomorra
This ain't rocket science
Ain't no rock buyin, just a hard rock lyin
And stop frontin like your shit is real
You get your game from oprah and lauryen hill
And if you are a nice girl, and i read you wrong
Look, i'm sorry if i lead you on, ok

[amil]
Nah nigga, you ain't got to apologize
I knew that bitch want your cousin on your father's side
I mean damn, you don't even let me answer your cell
I mean damn, why i still got to ring the bell?
I find girl phone numbers and you say they your mans
When i call you don't even know who i am
So you can go ahead wit all that game you throw me
Don't tell me, motherfucka show me

Chorus x2

Featuring beanie sigel, jay-z & memphis bleek

[memphis bleek]
Yeah yeah (uh uh)
Memph man, my nigga tah phife
This ones for the family (what's up?)
Understand me, yeah (uh-huh)
We gonna do it right
For all these bitch ass niggas talkin gangsta (r-o-c)
We dem killas, real, and in studio
Check it out, yo

Aiyo, this time it's for my family, we ride or die
It's in the blood til the death, now aim for the sky
My four blow fo show, fo doe, for only
It's money, drugs and hot slugs
You know bleek squeeze hammers til they nail me
Fuck wha niggas tell me
Street scholar, keep firin is wha they tell me
Drug chemist, thug nigga be named memphis
Straight from da borough of dem b.k. niggas
Where we rob for the fun of it, hustle for the drug of it
Rap money in rubba-bands, just for the love of it
Straight from my ghetto, we listen to heavy metal like
Desert eagles, street sweepers, loud metal
It's hit an run now, motherfuck anyone of you
We dem niggas be in ya crib just like fruniture
Pop up wit the gun in ya
Release one for zero-zero m (yeah)
Bleek-r-o-c (yeah yeah) dot com (yeah)

[beanie sigel]
This philly cat back at it
Still throwin crack at it
Still fuckin wit them crack-atics
Still bust'em wit them black matics
It's ain't the bucks, it's the rush
You tryin to get my ass at it
They say i think ass backwards
Fuck how i act, as long as i stack, it's all math-matics
Our tracks nice, hug the block ta tract dice
Late night, club night, mac attract dikes
I pull up, cadillac truck nice
Two guns, you know mac pack gat twice
Gets that crack back wit that ice
No joke wit the coke, i wips that right
No doubt, never droubt, gets that price (uh)
It gets that nice, when you live that live
Papi knows yours name and you ditched that wife nigga
It's gets stacked green nigga, it gets stacked chain nigga (uh uh)

[amil]
I get forty g's a feature now
Hold franklins like a aretha now
In the sl two seater now
And i'm in nuthin but diamonds
I'm the illest female that you heard thus far
Five-five with the thirty-four b-cup bra
I don't fuck wit dem cats who ain't up to par
I get niggas for cash, clothes, jeweleries, plus cars (uh)
I'm talkin rent money (uh), i'm talkin bank money (uh)
I'm talkin martha keats step of wit the rent money
Movin on up, two in the sauna
Still ride through the block, pull up on the corna, plus
Give me an inch so i can take a mile
I bring life like a new born naked child
Bitches tryin ta come up, gotta wait a while (uh-huh)
As of now, amil-lion (yeah) just played ya style
(you dealin wit), nigga

[jay-z]
The, the roc, the the, the roc
(let me talk to ya'll niggas real quick)
The, the roc, uh uh, the roc

Yo, y'all niggas truly ain't ready for this "dynasty" thing
Y'all thinkin "blake carrington", i'm thinkin more like "ming"
I got four nephews, and they all right in
They all young and wild, plus they all like things
And i'm havin a child, which is more frighting
But cha'll about to witness is big business kid
Big bosses, cocky, and big benzsesses
Come through flossin'em shiny rims it is
An office don't pop up in their sentences
I think you understand what type of event this is
I don't think you know i focus young memphis is
Or i see was so real, when you add on amil
This is much more than rap, it's black ontraponors
Clothing, movie, and films, we come to conquer it all
Roc-a-wear, eighty mill like, eighteen months
You could bullshit wit rap if you want, muthafuckers
When it's all said and done, we gon see what's what
Holla at hov, i'll be in the cut (what, huh)

The, the roc, the the, the roc
The, the roc, the uh, the roc (you rollin wit)
The roc, dynasty niggas (whoop)
Uh-huh, get'cha mind right, c'mon
Roc-a-fella records, 2000 nigga
Get'cha mind right, holla

[amil]
I'm making it hard for these little rap chicks to come out
I'm coppin' whips you in the street with your thumb out
You wanna battle but when it's time to spit you dumb out
Singles i've touched been going platinum since the first one out
I put on seven niggas just to carry me on
Amilliyon say the hook let'em carry the song
I be the only bitch on the mic makin' it hot
With the smoke in the drop in the vacant lot
Since this bitch been in this game i been takin' spots
And if you hatin' me, shit you must be hatin' the roc
Take it there yeah, i break it down like this
Ain't a bitch live who can make it sound like this
Don't make amilliyon have to pull rank
Lyrics never on e, i keep a full tank
Any nigga that i fuck wit got my name in the bank
Yeah you heard me, he got at least my name in the bank

Chorus: 2xs
Everything i spit be raw
I be like 10lbs of coke and be quick to draw
And it's pure fuck miami, it be ecuador
For my peeps fuck a foot
I got they leg in the door

Yo, let's take it to the whips, bitch five or six
We could take it to the block flip dimes to bricks
Take it to the mic see who spit the livest shit
Who wanna take it to the streets to the nines and clips
I'm the bitch that won't skate when daddy empty the safe
Lie on the stand if jake hem'em up with a case
Far as this rap shit fuck fame or shine or rhyme
I don't care who joint drop the same time as min
Chicks redo albums once they heard my buzz
Mother fuckers know, i'm a track murderer
So you could, pop shit bitch run your mouth
I know niggas that'll get you right in front of your house
For free and that's just on the strength of me
If you could touch amil then you could mention me
You think jay wrote this, that's complimenting me
I'm the best till somebody prove me differently

Chorus:

You got beef, let's put it all on the table
You want the hottest clique on the street
You know the label
You want the hottest bitch ever known i' willing and able
Could y'all broads be story tale like a eastside fable
You want me to spit bitch make it payable
If you lucky if you'll be hearing back within a day or two
That's just comin from a chick who done paid her dues
Know i'm the hottest chick from kicks to the gator shoes
A yo, respect this shield of david piece on the necklace
Now who wanna take it to some next shit?
Hey yo i crush all bitches, eat up most niggas
Teach these rap broads, train gold diggas
You know i know niggas and you know i hld figures
We speak but that don't mean my niggas is yo niggas
We up in your spot strapped with the hoods on
I am major coins and any bitch i put on nigga

Chorus

[amil]
Uh, yeah
It's like....i don't know what to do
I mean, what should i do?
Uh, yeah, yeah yeah

See i've got lil secret
But i don't think i could keep it
Now when you first stepped to me
Didn't think you wanted to do me
Started taking me to dinner and the movies
Had me open off the minks and jewelry
Buying me things that you know i wanted
Begging me for loving and you know i fronted
Now we doing more then getting blunted
And we both know we shouldn't of done it
Because wifey at home and that's a no, no
How we gonna keep this on the low, low?
Try to let got but the tricking won't stop
Feels so good baby please don't stop
I'm not trying to disrespect her
But everybody know what's up except her

Chorus:
See i'm gone tell your girlfriend
That you been doing more than flirting
Where you at when you say you working
Yeah i'm gone tell your girlfriend

I know i'm not the only one claming you
Your girl did a good job training you
She could feed the kids and wash the clothes
She could cook dinner and mop the floors
Just keep giving me a lot of doe
And give me some loving before you gotta go
Once you get home your girl be beefin'
Wondering where you was this weekend
Her cousin told her that she seen us creepin'
I guess by now she know you cheatin'
She must of found my number cause she calling me
Couldn't talk cause her man was all in me
Told her call me back at a quarter to three
Now that's the way real players ought to be
Shall i tell her bout the s he ordered me
So hy you fuckin' with him?
Cause he can afford me

Chorus:
It was the money that made me get with you
But right now i'm trying to get rid of you
Cause you always at my house like i live with you
Wanna lock me down like i got kids with you
See i knew from the gate that you was taken
If i told you that i loved you, i was only faken
Shit it ain't like that i wanna keep you
But i'll beep you when i need you
Now who getting played better you than me
Cause i know you could never be true to me
If you did it to her you could do it to me
Start slippin' and you might be losing me
Fuck getting hair done and a manicure
That's for beginner bitches and amateurs
I want a house on the beach, couple whips and more
Motherfucker mow you know what major coins stand for

Chorus: 2xs