Tekster:
Million Dead Plan B

Honestly, Why the hell are you standing there, And what the fuck are you waiting for? You expectant smile is starting to Get on my nerves. So tell me

mutha fucka 9-Scrillion, bout ta make a million bucks (E-40!, E-40 man!) Ya Capable (B-Legit!) Eh, here ye here ye (B-Legit!) All the pimps, playas

it Latoya Edwards You're my pimp baby, you're my pimp baby (echoes) Spoken Pimpin hoes ain't dead, My eyes is red mother fucker Smoking trees and B

(B.G.) Boy, picture me com'n, shining my motherfuckin ass off Nigga I'm com'n in a Ram on 19's I don't want for nothin, livin the million dollar dream

them niggas all with the light Get it right, hold it tight, blast with all your might See we hustle for them grands till the early light Follow my plan on command, leave 'em dead

far as I can Nigga planned what I planned, my gun shakin' in my hand It's one way goin' gettin' money and the power Gotta think again 'cause my plan

Who we be? We be the B double O-T-C-A-M-P Who we be? We be the B double O-T-C-A-M-P Who we be? We be the B double O-T-C-A-M-P Who we be? We be the B double

by desperation, hatred and fear (expert) Now the principal language spoken here is gunfire (reporter) It is a worldwar lead by holymen, madmen and millions

so many that's dead or locked up inside the beast, I'm a hot light now It's whatever man think of manifest to the real The plan is to wake up 'cause time