Want It – E Money Bags – letras

(feat. Horse, Nas)[Nas]Million dollar homes platinums filled with alot of stonesBitches on, every new nigga dick who richIf the street could speak the sidewalk could talkEverybody business be heard so I preferTo blueprint, every plan among fam clearDon’t wanna risk a billion dollar plan the walls have earsMeet at aquariums, me and the team cause I’m preparin ’emFor everythin I seen, who’s the most feard and why they scared of ’emWell first, we need to know who we kill firstOr how to know a whole from the EarthYO they come in all shapes; skinny and tallEasy to fall for the cake, they throwin they walkMost niggaz wanna shine when it ain’t they timeComin up with styles mimickin mineMy infinite mind, has no beginin or endTake out the ink replace the blood of my penThugin again[Horse]I’m pointed all time regulatin is a mustAdjust, your hustler state of mind for you blow upSucces, wins along this hatred and envyThe games people play when your pockets lookin emptyThe dime drop ’em, would he smoke or playin pokerHe gambles with his life and his cards are gettin shorterThe young and reckless, pack gats inside they vestsI’m 22 to oo-ups, seein who the freshestI guessed this, must my time to exhaleI’ve been waitin so damn long that this rap shit is staleMake it happen, in these streets kids is clappinFuck this rappin, seein cheese hustlin crackinThis formal drive seat recline, big wheelie manDoin scams for the rich and if it runs in my famCross roads, cross breeds, cross over weak mc’sHorse man will always shine, never waste my time[E Money Bags]Crime relation got my niggaz time facin in the line pacin y’allAll the gods this one for y’allI never forget it, three times a week on the visitJust tryin to hold my head until I see the death of these snitchesI know some real ones on the run keepin touch with they bitchesAnd you can feel what I’m sayin, I suggest that you listenA victim of circle stance the doe took meA circle plan design by devious minds to worship custom vansTV’s with fuckin plans keepin them chicken cluckin himSee me I’m buckin men, this life we stuck with himI know the way out theres light at the end of the tunnelFray out if I have to, in a heart beat to clap you, a lap toAnother chapter had to adaptaThis way of life in your paw, make sure you spray it rightI know the game found my destiny, its best that we partBefore I act like sex me god, bust off severelyMake all my thugs feel meFor the lost clues that make they news yearly[Nas]Jump on it, most of my days spent highMy niggaz in the cage get byWritin letters collect calls and viasGED’s, lock down earnin college degreesOG’s who put us up on more GHow what if I would of stayed school for another gradeWhat I would of knew would of got me more paidBut I ain’t mad, can’t complain blew like NASABut what I would of learned might of got me here fasterCold days in the back of the trainPassengers faces reveal laughter, while some show painBlind man come and ask for some changeNow I’m in the Range or airplane, it ain’t a fair gameHow I end up, Benz truck with my ends upTo prove city housin, wheres plenty wildinBut there’s many thousands of us prepared to do whateverThe higher power ask of us, flesh to ashesTo dust so the whole world hear us, don’t you want it nigga?[Chorus: Nas]Want it baby, I want it babyDon’t go on it, your up on it babyJump on it, jump on it, I want it babyYou want it baby, I want it babyJump on it