Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Live from Shaolin, artist - Jae Millz. Date of issue: 16.02.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Live from Shaolin |
| Cash flow, everything around me cool |
| Get the money, dolla dolla bill, yo! |
| Ever since a youngen I was told to go get it Fuck anybody who ain’t with it Used to blame hayes for the heights on my homeboy’s Civic |
| On the West Side highway |
| I want the cream, no latte |
| These young shooters do what I say |
| I’m something like Ma Jackson |
| Team full of warriors, team full of storiers |
| That’s why your girl rode the bus for States |
| Like she on tour with us Now let me Switch my flow and bring it back on them |
| True flow I reveal, never react on them |
| Millz go to work like the shirt tucked in the slacks on 'em |
| Your men hicked my killers pressed relaxed on them |
| Big guns blow his chest through the back of 'em |
| I know you thinking why his team wasn’t in back of them |
| Back on my bag with these niggaz, send them to the pussies, |
| Send them pads on these niggaz |
| And let them know Millz ain’t nothing to fuck with |
| That ain’t no skill, motherfucker, that luck shit |
| Know a couple of Puerto ricans that would cut you |
| Put a gun in your faces |
| Ten times out of ten stitches with the cases |
| 7.50 be my BBS, that’s the basis |
| Presidential face lift! |
| New condo in the Woods, hell is spacious |
| Three free hoes begging me to tape it Millz flow is so so death, you can’t escape it Colorado beats, like Toby, yeah, I rape it Now who wanna be my dinner? |
| I kill niggaz like that house in Virginia |
| And I ain’t even take off my coat yet |
| Haters get it, I ain’t even take my dick out their throat yet |
| Oh, rest in peace old dirty love |
| You ain’t gone but I know your spirit hurt me though |
| Fake niggaz playing games like they for sure |
| Well, I’mma play director and get your curtain closed |
| Sweat shop, grind with mine, I be working hoes |
| I’m on an ass like Valencia, call me Sergio |
| I’m a baracuda unbaracaded |
| Shout out to my Scarfaces incarcerated |
| Nigger had dreams like Tony did |
| Can’t blame him, he was raised spoiled, only kid |
| Never had joints, he felt leftout |
| So that stoop in the corner was his best route |
| Best way to provide the best way out |
| Nobody want him, let that … let him raided out |
| Lawyer fees, grew stash, money faded out |
| Now tell these Jokers what this play’s about! |