Lyrics Pipe Nelly

Pipe

[Nelly]Uhh, I falls through in a Hummer, Murphy the Don, Lizzie, KeyuanWith the best thunder than Sean John, you don't want none
Partner, I got a rep for leavin heads swollen up
On top of all that, I got the rap sewed up
Hold up, with the budda thumpin' niggaz quota
And just the teach a lesson, I put one in ya shoulder
I told ya, 'Tics live for the street life
Eat Right, Fuck good, And reffer thru the PipeI'm gettin head all night
And if it's some beef, I pumpin lead on sightuntil they deceased
I took ya head off right
I live in the BeastNigga, where the feds, play sheist
I still floss ice, keep it tight
E-very time, call me the Black Liberace when I'm playing mineThat's how I flow, I gotta get mine, partna, any way it go
Whether 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 shows
And get the Dough....[Nelly]My nigga, I can make a million blind-folded, with no shows
Using no flows, just Arm-n-Hammer and four O'sGimmie low-do's and a connect, that neva closed
And watch me lock it down from North County to BenRosFuck some Mo-Mo's, gimme hundred spokes, all chrome
On the Navigata equipped to click and log on
I leave that before its gone'Fore they even bring it home
Matta Fact, I'll tell you whats in the back, its all gone
Two holes in the roof, to let the sun come in
Match it leather carseat, in case my son get in
I spare one off in the back in case he bring his friendPlay
Station 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 shows
And get the Dough....I gotta make a million
Gotta get myself a million
Gonna turn that into a billion
If not, then I just won't die[Nelly]
I say now, Tho yo wrappers off in tha air
But 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 race
Take them all backstage and lett'em plead they case
Make a million like Jigga, standin in one place
Sound Scan like Thrilla with out changing my face
They 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 shows
And get the Dough....I gotta make a million
Gotta get myself a million
Gonna turn that into a billion
If 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 )