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letra de empire - boosie badazz

[intro: boosie badazz]

empire, help me stack up my riches
empire, protect me thru the treches
listen, think big and we can all make it
protect the boss, cause if i leave right now we all naked
empire, our talent right now is proven
empire, can’t be on that batron rouge sh-t

[verse 1: boose badazz]

we ball exclusive, bags of gold sh-t, me and my dawg juicy
whole lable lethal, real people love our music
empire, get off your -ss if you wanna see a bag
i’m on my d-ck, kick rocks if you can’t bring a bag
bid farwell to prison, now it’s business and wealth
eatings my vision, money is health
bigger than ever, rich forever, i got real estate
business move, finess’n dudes, track life, poker face
i’m the one man show, we straight, we jet ride
i’d like to welcome the whole world to my f-ckin’ empire

[verse 2: lee banks]

let’s get it
no more h-ll, no more jail
no more catching sales
no more bags on the pistol just to catch the sh-lls
told my mama no more stressing when we check the mail
i got us, put that on me, just pray i never fail
i told em’ bout them n-ggas, they won’t listen
now they looking at the pictures on the insta
tryna figure how we living
came from a shack with them cracks in the ceiling
taking losses everything 3 months n-gga, now i’m winning
crowd on the beach, chain swing and they listen
no more rainy days over here, everyday christmas
ballin’ like them boys up on 95 n-gga
if badazz jordan, then i gotta be pippen (p-ssy)

[verse 3: juicy badazz]

empire, b-tch i’m nicki of the clique
dropping hit after hit, all these n-ggas wanna hit
im focused on the bag, too legit to quit
go and get some money n-gga, get up off your d-ck
empire, who ya love sissa maya
hot girl, wipe me down cause i got that fire ak
a hundred rounds if you wanna try and make that
it’s goin’ down, f-ck with this empire

[verse 4: quick]

empire, when i spit it, i set the booth on fire
can’t deny, cause i’m comin’ with it a million miles
i keep the fire, i set it off
applyin pressure, no letting off
that ent, we taking off
thanks to the boss, we run the south
everything’s real sh-t comin’ out my mouth
we speak the truth, it never fail
we stacking mail, saying f-ck jail
if you ain’t built like us, then tuck your tail
we all dawgs, we don’t buck at all
when it’s time to k!ll, we bite sh-t
mike tyson, nothin’ icy
i know you heard bout them indictments, b-tch

[verse 5: og dre]

we them n-ggas that make lips quiver
fixin’ to shake the game, better grip something
imma be off the leash in a room full of actors
i’ll emcee box a n-gga quick
think that i’m gonna make her rich
she get nothing but conversation and d-ck
she gotta split in a minute
i gotta get back to the studio making these hits
n-gga, i am it boy, in a clown mask
ready for whatever with my empire
these days, i see more back, i see more back
but the k’s are coming
i’m a boss n-gga, but i might send ya four
n-gga, posted up with my hands folded
n-gga, run up on me and see the crossroads
you are not a thug, turn you dust and bones

- boosie badazz

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