Soprano Style by Half A Mill (Ft. Ali Vegas & Sleep Eyes)
Soprano Style by Half A Mill (Ft. Ali Vegas & Sleep Eyes)

Soprano Style

Half A Mill & Ali Vegas * Track #13 On Da Hustle Don’t Stop

Soprano Style Lyrics

[Half-A-Mill]
Word on the street the fiends love us
Shit could see us on magazine covers
That's that kid with the green Hummer, checked out
Pants sagging nearly got my dick out
Sipped his style I got it locked here
Son choosed a different route
Them faked mob appeared here we ship 'em out
Pistol whip you til you're crippled
Take your whip and your bitch, too official
Infrared light through a crystal
Shoot your head off, your ice sizzles
Your life sizzles, recognize the signal
When my thugs that out to get you
4-5's and 9's spit through
Anything that gotta get thru to hit you
Kill everybody with you
I catch bodies like it's ritual
Be redicule if I don't get rid of you, principle
Fuck politicking I ain't political, invincible
Communistic, kind of criminal, chauvinistic
I fire at women too
I make hoes tote biscuit and blow the whole crew
I rock Gucci and Louie Vuitton suits, denim
You see me on HBO, getting interviewed in the coupe
We came a long way from the projects shooting off the roof
Lost Jews, we the bottles in Forbes, we living proof

[Sleep Eyes]
It ain't a part time solution for a lifetime disease
Early morning heat blow towards the nighttime debris
See ballers fiend for night shine and V's
While cats like me fiend for G's
Stressing like dimes and trees
I'm for what the blind sees
Illuminati scams too advance to chance
To get what Giuliani plans
The lord blew breath through us
Then threw dirt next to us
That's why we thug it to death through us

[Chorus] Ali Vegas x2
In this world of Warriors, niggas wanna be glorious
Money and power got me brainwashed to be notorious
The streets of New York where there's more taking then giving
The borough I live its more like inner city prison

[Ali Vegas]
They got me on the run hard
From a gun charge cuz of young rob
The young god killed his young broad unyard
Now they got me locked in the cell
Only 500 G's could get me out of this hell
Reading cop shots I just got in the mail
Yo I ain't hit the block in a week
Ever since I got knocked in the sweep
Call home and see what's popping wit Sleep (Wuttup)
He told me Milliato coped 'em a Jeep (Word?)
I hoped that bitch liked don't rock 'em to sleep (Stay up)
I miss bein home with Sammy's and Shanks
Milliato throw the dice down and give me the bank
We like Claude, Jimmy and Frank, Henny and Dank
It's ill how we grew from pennies to Franks
And we gonna endure til the thrown is renowned
Ayo Mill don't even worry 'bout me, Cat n Will holding me down

[Chorus] Ali Vegas x2

[Half-A-Mill]
Dunn we fly with Ki's, stash cash like the Chinese
Me and my crimey's we was born grimey
Now my son whipped the Bentley behind me
Takin pictures of the FEDS, taking pictures of me
Ill eye piece, watch me, watch me, they can't stop me
Used to cop grams, now I sell candies to Papi
Trying to cop a space ship and leave this planet behind me
And build a thug universe around, plan and try me
Until then I'ma handle the tommy
Keep them chicks in the strip club getting bucked
Scrabble it mami
Y'all fake players need not try me
Blast you out your mink and gators
Claim you King? And get beat like Rodney

[Chorus] Ali Vegas x2

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