[Featuring 2Pac B Legit]
Righteous people be knowin what I be doin is protect my peoples
million dollar spot
Uhh that's right uhh my million dollar spot
My million dollar spot (beyatch) my million dollar spot
My million dollar spot on the block bring it hot (beyatch)
On the spot my million dollar spot uhh
Verse One: E 40
Major loot seriously niggaz don't wanna dispute
Mysteriously a nigga die when you play this game and ain't know the
time
I suck the life out your ass by pushin mute
Shit can get stanky like a poot (like a poot)
I got dog poop crank yes I pollute
Leave the whole block fully unrecouped
I'm like a record company, givin out advancements
Get my money back, by any circumstances
My million dollar spot, not to mention
Drive through service, Church's chicken
A bu-a-bucket full of acid by the do'
Just in case I gotta throw away my yole
Bars around the house, bars around the window
Dope around the corner, broken down Pinto
You can tell who got the mail who got the biggest chops
My million dollar spot... beyatch!
Chorus: 2Pac (with singing in background)
I can take a chance, I could live in cans
Bring it on the block, my million dollar spot
Haha, my million dollar spot bigger
I can take a chance, I could live in cans
Get my motherfuckin cash on
You know how we do it out here in California, beatch!
Bring it on the block, my million dollar spot
Verse Two: 2Pac
It was, more than just a dream for me
To be the King it seems I need a killer team to get the green for me
Hit the scene clean in my Chevy, now I'm ready for trouble
Count my rocks, set up shop, collect my fetti and bubble
Faded visions of me as a timer
though marijuana clouds my vision I'm still watch for drama, ha-ha
They got me crossed tryin to be the boss, no one can stop us
Niggaz dream of six figures, handle our business in choppers
Feds can't comprehend my ghetto slang, so I evade
and plot and plan a life of better thangs, all about my chedder main
Help me if I fall, can I ball for life
A half a key in my drawers, bein cautious like
I wanna rise keep my eyes open
Witness motherfuckers die with they eyes open, my niggaz rise smokin
any busta bitch tryin to stop my wish
To have a million dollar spot gettin riches, nigga
Chorus: 2Pac (singing in background)
I can take a chance, I could live in cans
In my million dollar spot
Bring it on the block, million dollar spot
Get your money nigga! Fuck the cops, in my million dollar spot
I can take a chance, I could live in cans
We got rocks, coke and hops, in my million dollar spot
Gimme all your motherfuckin money all money good money
Bring it on the block, million dollar spot
Hear me, get money nigga!
Verse Three: B-Legit
Nuttin but the motherfuckin hog in me
Hit the Hillside trapped with thirty-six O-Z's
