for now just Go On son" [Chorus x2: Half-A-Mill] Go On - live your life, follow your dreams One day your gonna see the light Go On - young man follow
s bills, recoup a half a mil Still got my deal, pop the 700 Benz-o you never seen, cash money fiend A lot of cats wanna dream Pack a shorty black
seen you in outer space like a shuttle Ha ha; one mil', two mil', three, fo' mil' Stayin hungry like I missed the past fo' meals Half a mil' still tell a
you like (haha, it's on me) You can order what you like (haha, it's on me baby) 'Cause we'll be on a yacht, starin at white beaches and waves (that's
50 Cent, nigga, Bump Dat [50 Cent] My son ask "Daddy why carry a gun, you ain't a cop" Looked at him and said "Sometimes you gotta shoot or get shot" Wanna go
one Now once upon a time not too long ago A nigga like myself had to strong arm a hoe This is not a hoe in the sense of havin’ a pussy But a pussy havin
and neither would a chrome glock I kill a fire-breathin dragon with a dome shot Come through your hood in a Chevy Malibu, on stocks We had a meetin before
you ain't that dope I'm a Wonder Woman, let me go get my rope I'm a supermodel and mami, see mami Amnesty International got bankdrupt, I'm on top, on
my first meal, And at that same kitchen table seen my first mil, In that same backroom I seen my first half, And in that same backroom opened my worst half, A
where the pill man at? He need a blue dolphin Old broke ass nigga stop cock blockin' Security, I need help 'cause the bitch stalkin' A half fuckin' mil
, if you a fat chick gettin' your fuck on tonight Then go, oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh Yo, put your hands opposite to the ground if you're lovin' our sound Go
alter ego Zero tolerance we strapped wherever we go Wife repo, 'bout a mil' and a half key holes Bite marks from you slugs on track some kilos Three loads, on
dare any nigga try and come test us, You a mothafuckin act dog, A A.C.T. that's why niggas try and test ya, A dub how the hell we gonna make a mil, Pay
half Everybody know I got a hundred on the map though One mil, two mil Three million dollars Mansions, ballin Soulja pop them collars and everywhere I go
Sexy girls Go shorty, do your thing now Pretty girls T I P be off the meter when he sharp as a needle In a new two-seater, pissin' on niggaz ego I don
It's a Midwest thang y'all And ain't got a clue (Ain't got a clue) Why my cutlass blue And I got them thangs on that motherfucker too It's a Midwest swang
leaving no identity Just the memory, a casualty as I casually make move on my rivalries All eyes I be, on the quest for loot Pushing a Lexus coupe, to
but they don't live phat Nigga, I doubt if you go gold or platinum What we do has only been mastered by a few I take a half a million tapes, sell 'em