New Millennium Lyrics

New Millennium lyrics

[Chorus]



All we do is get money and get real high



Push Benzes and 85 I's



New World Order, got ya ready to run and hide



New Millennium, we will survive



All we do is get money and get real high



Push Ranges and Benz Buggy I's



New World Order, got ya ready to run and hide



New Millennium, we will survive







[Half-A-Mill]



I see you stupid 'dro, still my brain cells never move slow



Toke calico, deep throat the baddest hoes



Niggas know my status quote, artistic



I draw a biscuit, unlike Michaelangelo, I'm the Noah of this thug shit



Flooded, everyday's another bucket get



I can't front, I love this shit



You missed the lies, now we push S5's on some other shit



Blowin another clip, some say they waitin for the mothership



I ain't debatin, cuz in heaven or hell, I tell God, I tell Satan



I'm all about money makin, on my job like a hundred Jamaicans



Runnin wit kingpins, who you gon rob



I send a squad to kill ya squad



Fuck ya thinkin, Firm niggas push Cadillac Jeeps,



Navigator Lincoln's



Global caught on my Motorola Mobile



Off the hook books like Barnes & Nobles



Street astroligist, heat communist, complete logic is



I got one goal, to put goal on the streets, where the projects is



We too strong to die, that's why we gotta live



Platinum doubt in the hottest whips







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[Half-A-Mill]



Mill Gates, better come somethin, droppin somethin



Catch me in the chopper stuntin



I'm a Yankee but Jamaican cook me esquire fish and hot dumplings



I rock ya Lennon suits with rocks



On the cufflinks, lie iller you



Curdiest Beck's, 850 I's, silver proof, imagine that



I used to sling crills for loot



Now I'm openin my money store like Phil Rezoot



Keep it here, dope from get money whores



Thought he enter the drawers



Lois Lane platinum chain, stretch range at the Source Awards



Awesome broads they carry proem and sawed-off



One shot'll take the whole top of your Honda Accord off



You small dog, you all lost



No wins, you fall off, and get hauled off in the trunk of my Benz



I smoke skunk, purple haze, twist it up



Mixed it up, hit the clutch, switched it up







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[Half-A-Mill]



I smoke purple haze and spit phlegm



Big Benz, forty inch rims, New York niggas got shit locked again



When the glocks pop, niggas need oxygen



Don't let me catch you slingin rocks on these blocks again



I got plots, I'm out to get a hundred thou time ten



You know my style dunn, I run with foul wild men



With public housin, up north, we be thuggin in the mountain



Out in the world, we guzzle Henny straight and no earl



Hustle weight, stab a half a cake on your girl, skatin thru states



Jets raidin the place, TV's screen big, DVD playin Scarface



Son, I'm God face, hard face



Smash you in the chest wit a sledgehammer till ya heart break



Wild out, my calico pop rounds out, my shots knock towns out



My whole block'll run up in your town house



I'm like so shocked, key the coke like Sosa



Pushin ski boat wit a chauffeur



Up the Hudson River, I got tons of guns and ones are split up



Niggas front, I got to fuck ya shit up







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