Thuggest Enemy #1

[Chorus]

The streets, the spots, the thugs, the guns

Thuggest Enemy #1

The projects, the hood, the hustlers, the slums

Thuggest Enemy #1

The crills, the kizzo, the wizzy, the guns

Thuggest Enemy #1

The dramas, the murders, the shootouts, the slums

Thuggest Enemy #1

[Half-A-Mill]

No matter how much love you show, they still hate

I'm great, nobody build cake like Mill Gates

If I'm not in the Benz dunn, I'm whippin the eight

Thug Onez, hundreds of guns, I'm from the slums

Drug funds, most of my sons, is on the run

Some is in jail, be home, when they a hundred and one

Used to breakdance and windmill under the sun

The ghetto turned us out, we slang crills and pull burners out

Project hallways, yo, I rob niggas in the doorway

Cop four-four, half a key and raw

I went from nickels and dimes, fiends askin me for more

Niggas mad cuz I see cash, they don't want no war

I bust big guns, they never seen before

Creep up on ya building, spray submachines thru ya door

Kidnap ya seeds and your whore, and I'll be back for more

50 G's for sure, make grandma lay on the floor

[Chorus]

[Half-A-Mill]

Pro player, extort papi in that bodega

For number slip chips, plus he frontin bricks

The minute convict, twenty inch drums, on the six

Lookout, here he come, bop beat on hand sticks

You wanna chance this, left his brain on the stand smiths

Pure cocaine, money is law, I play no games

Go range, don't even drive slow when it rain

Jakes on my trail, like Roscoe, Pekoe, Cold Tray

Milion be my code name, Mill Gates be my whole name

Terrorist, I'll blow you to frame

Professionalist, lick shots and never miss, cleverest, yo

I leave homicide scenes, the ho's headless

I was born, raised, inside a world wit no exit

Bitches throw hectic, put pussy juice in you breakfast

You got beef wit me, better push ya bulletproof Lexus

I sip hundred proof and shoot weapons, steppin

[Chorus]

[Half-A-Mill]

What you know about the project

Peace God, mind detect, mine direct, fire my tech

Diamond shines on my neck, iceberg sweat

First and the third, bubblin birds

Fuck what your heard, puffin some herb

For real son, none wrong wit no herbs

Whoadi outta line, whoadi get what he deserve

You got some nerve, try to slang rock in my turf

When I get through wit you, you won't need a doctor or nurse

Or a hearse, I disintegrate, niggas who imitate

Try to infiltrate, I eliminate in your fit

I'm into kicks, makes and snakes

Brakes money, label the space

Get money, take money, fuck you think

Milliato, type of kid you like to hate

Push a six hundred, fuck the feds on the license plate

I want for this bread, some say it's gon to my head

They just mad, cuz all they chicks is all in my bed

Fake killas in your head, say I wanted them dead

Till they saw the infrared, ski mask and fake dreads

Ya niggas is coward, ya don't brake bread, I break heads

And I don't bring a hundred niggas wit me, I bring lead instead

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