Tony Touch - AZ and Half-a-Mil Freestyle lyrics

AZ: Triple Nines on 'em....knamnean? AZ...the Pioneer...overseein'...Half-a-miliato....gunshots and Glocks and Calickos and all that sh**....quiet money...this is law... Verse 1: (AZ) I speak prophecy, what was, what shall become My philosophy, wise words repel from the tongue f** a novel or some made up sh** to spit This is life, bein' poor or rich, blood or a crip Made for those lost in the street with no j**els to help So many thugs have lost love tryin' to school themself Prison walls with the yards filled in for God Children Bein' scarred from these hardships, kinda hard healin' It's heavy, this sh** is necesarry, teach the youth Travel 9000 Miles just to reach the truth Increase the troops, population Cops chasin', shots racin' Another slug rocked her face in From BK to East Orange Recieve homage My V's armored Camouflaged in fatigue garments Verse 2: (Half-a-Mil) Yo, we through with b**hes and j**els on the wrists's Through with Sixes Quiet Money formed the new existence Futuristic It's 2000 now, computer chip sh** My crew is wiser now n***as is fallin' and we risin' now This is where the ballin' stops Close all the spots Open up the lots, put the tops on all the drops f** flossin' rocks, put 'em all back in the box Put the horses back in the barn, put the yacht on the dock Take all the bonds and public accounts off the stocks Son, we ready to rock Our own Country we ready to cop Look at Congress They can't believe Hoodlums rised beyond this From Brook-nam to the skies up yonder Verse 3 (AZ) Whats the prognosis? High explosive, fly culprits Try and focus, for this dough you die hopeless d**hwishin' Let off six and kept spittin' Tecks kissin' If you real respect the mission Run reckless Took money, done records From one Lexus to a half-a-town in Texas Chose cla**es Crooked D's roll pa**ed us Smoke ma**ive Keep a toast in both stashes Verse 4 (Half-a-Mil): Yo, we thugs forever International with plugs forever Now we intergalactical Above mystical or magical Spiritual and practical We individually factual Livin' Willies who's stacks grew Now we got better things to do besides attack you Kidnap you My rhymes bubble faster than a Ki of crack do I was a ghetto ba*tard readin' Matthews Sellin' plastic valves Now to get to my crib you gotta drive alot of miles There's alot of Deer, Rabbits, alot of Cows You bust bottles more than even the Ross child Go to trial, never cop out A Million and a half under the table, guarantee that I'm out Quiet Money, thats what eatin's all about