• Sugar Hill
  • Uncut Raw
  • Ho Happy Jackie
  • The Format
  • I Feel For You
  • Doe or Die
  • Intro
  • Rather Unique
  • Your World Don't Stop
  • I Am The Truth
  • Problems
  • Get High
  • Gimme Your's
  • Sugar Hill (Remix)
  • We Can't Win
  • Animal
  • Make Me
  • Game of Life
  • This is What I Do
  • Da Truth
  • The Come Up
  • Before It's All Said & Done
  • Fan Mail
  • Wanna Be There
  • Doing That
  • Royal Salute
  • Mo Money Mo Murder (Homicide)
  • Vendetta
  • Livin the Life
  • Good for Nothin
  • Never Change
  • A-1 Performance
  • Refuse 2 Die
  • Dreams Come True
  • Get Money
  • Once Again
  • Take It Off
  • Paradise (Life)
  • At Night
  • Money Makes the World Go Round
  • I Told You
  • City Of Gods
  • SOSA
  • Games
  • Supply & Demand
  • Aziatic (Outro)
  • The Format (Prod. DJ Premier)
  • Seems that Way
  • Love Me
  • Can't Stop

We bigger than the Jews.
Bigger than the Irish.
You can run the whole fuckin country!
YOU could be the next John D. Rockerfeller

"Nobody noticed us, nobody gave a shit.
But the bigger we get,
The more we're TAKING from other people."

Yo, in a mahogany, black scenery
That was lightning and rain drops
I'm tied up in the basement cocaine spot like Bangkok
I'm blindfold, Vietnam type mind control this torture
His accent sounds like the rarest culture
Asking me, my atrophy stabbin me gradually
Says his attribute, was satanic, masonic, ironic
I felt reminded of my fast life ventures
And winters, blinded til the flashlight enters

Yo Dunm, before the sun set
Call connect get all the tech's
I'm vexed, this nigga stall for sex
Lost respect, let's off his neck
My calibre, got me thinkin on a higher algebra
See me I'm just as foul as ya
But you ain't got no style in ya
I'm into bigger cheddar, G's and better, Armarett-ah's
Armani sweaters, plus these crabs could never dead us

Mo money, mo murder, mo homicide
You catch that body nigga, better have that alibi
You never know it might just be yo' time you take yo' ride
To them pearly white gates, (now) watch that suicide
Mo money, mo murder, mo homicide
You catch that body nigga, better have that alibi
You never know it might just be yo' time you take yo' ride
To them pearly white gates, (now) watch that suicide

Now government official
Got you sippin Cristal in crystal
You fish you foul so you fell and took your fam witchu
I'm out to get you, guaranteed every shell'll hit you
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