Pipe Letra

[Nelly]Uhh, I falls through in a Hummer, Murphy the Don, Lizzie, KeyuanWith the best thunder than Sean John, you don't want nonePartner, I got a rep for leavin heads swollen upOn top of all that, I got the rap sewed upHold up, with the budda thumpin' niggaz quotaAnd just the teach a lesson, I put one in ya shoulderI told ya, 'Tics live for the street lifeEat Right, Fuck good, And reffer thru the PipeI'm gettin head all nightAnd if it's some beef, I pumpin lead on sightuntil they deceasedI took ya head off rightI live in the BeastNigga, where the feds, play sheistI still floss ice, keep it tightE-very time, call me the Black Liberace when I'm playing mineThat's how I flow, I gotta get mine, partna, any way it goWhether it be rapping or with the 4-4[Chourus x2]Let's make a MillionKeep it real for Triple-0Eyes low, from plenty Henny and HydroFuck a bitch and some ClothesI gotta get rich, go platinum and do showsAnd get the Dough....[Nelly]My nigga, I can make a million blind-folded, with no showsUsing no flows, just Arm-n-Hammer and four O'sGimmie low-do's and a connect, that neva closedAnd watch me lock it down from North County to BenRosFuck some Mo-Mo's, gimme hundred spokes, all chromeOn the Navigata equipped to click and log onI leave that before its gone'Fore they even bring it homeMatta Fact, I'll tell you whats in the back, its all goneTwo holes in the roof, to let the sun come inMatch it leather carseat, in case my son get inI spare one off in the back in case he bring his friendPlayStation just in case a nigga think he can win[Chourus x2]Let's make a MillionKeep it real for Triple-0Eyes low, from plenty Henny and HydroFuck a bitch and some ClothesI gotta get rich, Go platinium in 2 showsAnd get the Dough....I gotta make a millionGotta get myself a millionGonna turn that into a billionIf not, then I just won't die[Nelly]I say now, Tho yo wrappers off in tha airBut only if the ice on your wrist cause glaresI'm gettin stares from dime bitches, is he aloneWhere's his Mrs., 1-2-3-4-5 bottles of Cris'son the Table, arms the strong ripp off the LabelNo more shows for free, I'm pay-per-view like CableThey all screamin my name, different shades and raceTake them all backstage and lett'em plead they caseMake a million like Jigga, standin in one placeSound Scan like Thrilla with out changing my faceThey threw a weak plan B says who? (says Mase)Then what's plan A 'cause plan B about papes[Chourus x2]Let's make a MillionKeep it real for Triple-0Eyes low, from plenty Henny and HydroFuck a bitch and some ClothesI gotta get rich, Go platinium in 2 showsAnd get the Dough....I gotta make a millionGotta get myself a millionGonna turn that into a billionIf not, then I just won't die[Nelly]All my Midwest niggas tryin to make a mill,Tho Dem Wrappas ( And the Dough-O )All my Dirty South niggas tryin to make a mill,Tho Dem Wrappas ( And the Dough-O )All my West Coast niggas tryin to make a mill,Tho Dem Wrappas ( And the Dough-O )All my East Coast niggas tryin to make a mill,Tho Dem Wrappas ( And the Dough-O )