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We Got A Dolla (prod. by B.Lett)

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    We Got A Dolla (prod. by B.Lett)
    SAYS Sharoyce21
    (09 May '10)

    http://usershare.net/7qa0h7u2zwm1

    (Verse 1)

    Royce on the come up- the mic is my weapon

    they messed around to reunite the master w/ the nunchuck

    I level the playin field- bricks w/ the 1 up

    starpower for me- the flower's for my mother

    and the shrooms for the payin customers- give em love

    I'm the outlet w/ the work up in my pocket from plugs

    I hustle like a mug just to keep on the lights, water

    but they hatin on the buzz like a fly swatter

    Visualize em blow, C-4 to the eye sockets

    Royce is a shoveler of shit- so why talk it?

    Sleepin on my show- I'm being booked- they Tom Sawyers

    Yo boy count the chips- tell them chickens to bon voyage

    iridescent shine so I'm keepin the locs w/ me

    Incandescent mind- I read the bible and smoke PHILLiesss

    I get up on the mic and bare the naked in lyrics

    as i stress about the wages that they take from a nigga

    I'm collectin reparations from the gov chillin it

    as we speak, on the creep so come and fuck w/ yo villian

    I take the sky for ransom as I aim at the moon w/ it

    shake my change cup on the strip, and whistle tunes w/ it

    pixalated blood comes w/ the game,they Boon w/ it

    I flame from the first person range, so doom w/ it

    Kirby's wanna suck em- cuz he about a balla!

    my whole crew eatin cuz WE GOT A DOLLA!

    (Verse 2)

    Roll up the paper and rush that- the infant of the block

    my hubcaps crawl like rugrats-

    We grubbin w/ the gluttony- paper in tall stacks

    no one could fuck w/ me- man, these haters should fall back

    I rode street ponies to the crib- he off that

    guess I'm what it is till they bring New York back

    Royce through cuffin on a bitch- you lock that

    you dick talk defensive pimpin- you cockblock that

    I learn my protegez bout the games these hoes play

    White woman lips can turn a nigga to O J

    black girl mouth could turn a nigga to Ike Turner

    Custom made kicks for the whip w/ the bright burnersFuckin w/ a trick expectin money to bounce outcha

    when i spit the gift- the ears lift like Alfalfa

    Money rainin here other- niggas need drought counslers

    Mad potent shit- you can get bout an ounce out us

    Slicker than a story tellin Rick- I got one

    Make these hoes feel it like they rode my shotgun

    While its loaded-yo boy fuck around and exploded on the scene

    minish cap with some evisu jeans

    The safety inspectors say that he too clean

    w/ his lyricism- but the pandemic still killin niggas

    Leave execs at the round table tell they ass holla

    While I'm wavin w/ the pomade- WE GOT A DOLLA!

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Sharoyce21's picture
on May 09, 2010

http://usershare.net/7qa0h7u2zwm1

(Verse 1)

Royce on the come up- the mic is my weapon

they messed around to reunite the master w/ the nunchuck

I level the playin field- bricks w/ the 1 up

starpower for me- the flower's for my mother

and the shrooms for the payin customers- give em love

I'm the outlet w/ the work up in my pocket from plugs

I hustle like a mug just to keep on the lights, water

but they hatin on the buzz like a fly swatter

Visualize em blow, C-4 to the eye sockets

Royce is a shoveler of shit- so why talk it?

Sleepin on my show- I'm being booked- they Tom Sawyers

Yo boy count the chips- tell them chickens to bon voyage

iridescent shine so I'm keepin the locs w/ me

Incandescent mind- I read the bible and smoke PHILLiesss

I get up on the mic and bare the naked in lyrics

as i stress about the wages that they take from a nigga

I'm collectin reparations from the gov chillin it

as we speak, on the creep so come and fuck w/ yo villian

I take the sky for ransom as I aim at the moon w/ it

shake my change cup on the strip, and whistle tunes w/ it

pixalated blood comes w/ the game,they Boon w/ it

I flame from the first person range, so doom w/ it

Kirby's wanna suck em- cuz he about a balla!

my whole crew eatin cuz WE GOT A DOLLA!

(Verse 2)

Roll up the paper and rush that- the infant of the block

my hubcaps crawl like rugrats-

We grubbin w/ the gluttony- paper in tall stacks

no one could fuck w/ me- man, these haters should fall back

I rode street ponies to the crib- he off that

guess I'm what it is till they bring New York back

Royce through cuffin on a bitch- you lock that

you dick talk defensive pimpin- you cockblock that

I learn my protegez bout the games these hoes play

White woman lips can turn a nigga to O J

black girl mouth could turn a nigga to Ike Turner

Custom made kicks for the whip w/ the bright burnersFuckin w/ a trick expectin money to bounce outcha

when i spit the gift- the ears lift like Alfalfa

Money rainin here other- niggas need drought counslers

Mad potent shit- you can get bout an ounce out us

Slicker than a story tellin Rick- I got one

Make these hoes feel it like they rode my shotgun

While its loaded-yo boy fuck around and exploded on the scene

minish cap with some evisu jeans

The safety inspectors say that he too clean

w/ his lyricism- but the pandemic still killin niggas

Leave execs at the round table tell they ass holla

While I'm wavin w/ the pomade- WE GOT A DOLLA!

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