Boosie Badazz - Empire lyrics

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Ft. Lee Banks, Juicy, Quick & OG Dre

(Intro)

Empire, help me stack up my riches

Empire, protect me thru the trenches

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 shit

(Verse: Boose Badazz)

We ball exclusive, bags of gold shit, me and my dawg Juicy

Whole lable lethal, real people love our music

Empire, get off yo ass if ya ou want to see a bag

I'm on my dick, kick rocks if ya can't bring a bag

Bid farwell to prison, now it's business and wealth

Eatings my vision, money is health

Bigga than eva, rich foreva, I got real estate

Business move, finessin' 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 fucking empire

(Verse 2: Lee Banks)

Let's get it, no mo' hell, no mo' jail

No mo' catchin' sales

No mo' bags on the pistol just to catch the shells

Told my mama no mo' stressin' when we check the mail

I got us, put that on me, just pray I neva fail

I told em' bout them niggas, they won't listen

Now they lookin' at the pictures on the Insta

Tryna figure how we livin'

Came from a shack with them cracks in the ceilin'

Takin' losses everythin' three months nigga, now I'm winnin'

Crowd on the beach, chain swing and they listen

No mo' rainy days ova here, everyday Christmas

Balling like them boys up on 95 nigga

If Badazz Jordan, then I got to be Pippen (Pussy)

(Verse 3: Juicy Badazz)

Empire, bitch I'm Nicki of the clique

Droppin' hit after hit, all these niggas want to hit

Im focused on the bag, too legit to quit

Go and get sum' money nigga, get up off yo dick

Empire, who ya love Sissa Maya

Hot girl, wipe me down cause I got that fire AK

A hundred rounds if ya want to try and make that

It's going down, fuck with this empire

(Verse 4: Quick)

Empire, when I spit it, I set the booth on fire

Can't deny, cause I'm coming with it a million miles

I keep the fire, I set it off

Applyin pressure, no lettin' off

That ENT, we takin' off

Thanks to the boss, we run the south

Everything's real shit coming out my mouth

We speak the truth, it neva fail

We stackin' mail, sayin' fuck jail

If ya ain't built like us, then tuck yo tail

We all dawgs, we don't buck at all

When it's time to kill, we bite shit

Mike Tyson, nothing icy

I know ya heard bout them indictments, bitch

(Verse 5: OG Dre)

We them niggas that make lips quiver

Fixing to shake the game, betta grip sumething

I'mma be off the leash in a room full of actors

I'll emcee box a nigga quick

Think that I'm goin' to make her rich

She get nothin' but conversation and dick

She got to split in a minute

I got to get back to the studio makin' these hits

Nigga, I am It boy, in a clown mask

Ready for whateva with my empire

These days, I see mo' back, I see mo' back

But the K's are comin'

I'm a boss nigga, but I might send ya four

Nigga, posted up with my hands folded

Nigga, run up on me and see the crossroads

Ya are not a thug, turn ya dust and bones