Brooklyn-based rapper Half-a-Mill climbed his way up from the underground i… Read Full Bio ↴Brooklyn-based rapper Half-a-Mill climbed his way up from the underground in the late '90s and nearly broke into the mainstream. His initial breakthrough came in 1997 with an appearance on the one and only album by the Firm, a highly touted supergroup featuring Nas, AZ, Nature, and Foxy Brown alongside producers Dr. Dre and the Trackmasters. Following this high-profile appearance, Half-a-Mill then contributed "Some Niggaz" to the Def Jam-released Belly soundtrack in 1998, setting the stage for his solo debut, "Thug Ones." The momentous track, which featured Noreaga, Kool G Rap, and Musolini, sent ripples through the New York hardcore rap scene in 1999 and became the leadoff single for Half-a-Mill's debut album, Million. Unfortunately, the album, released in 2000, didn't do as well as many had expected, moving only about 40,000 units -- a respectable number yet not quite on a par with the big boys -- and the Brooklyn rapper lost much of his momentum. He returned two years later in 2002 with his second effort, Da Hustle Don't Stop, which Warlock Records had preceded with the release of "Still." With its defiant hook, this radio-serviced single took aim at those who claim Half-a-Mill had fallen off: "Still gangsta/still ghetto/still street."

Fix Me a Plate
Half-A-Mil Lyrics

None of these, can’t touch you
None of these, can’t touch you none of these

I ain’t ate all day
I told her fix me a plate
I got police on my bumper
Baby momma issues and the streets
Trying to kill you but I was born in LA
And it ain’t no escape
If you see Superman he gone look like me

You haven’t had this feeling since
Nate Dogg at least
None of these, can’t touch you
You really thought you gone see us lose
Look at the wood Cartier frames
Aye, but I ain’t ate all day

I had to make me a plate
Smoke a wood in a shade
Drop her off on the blade
My orange juice cost 8 my Js from 88
You ain’t had this feeling since Short 97’
One button on the coupe roof flying away
I ain’t ate all day

I had her make me a plate
Never take her serious if she got instafame
Hit Boy go against the grain vicious Gang
If just more appealing when I’m on beat
You ain’t had this feeling
Since Doughboy at least
Swinging all through the lot
All gold on the creek
I’m bringing surf club back when
Chilly Chill is free and that’s on me
Making plays in the huddle break on 3
I’m on a peso spree like the cartel
Telly bound sipping Martell
Hotboxing with a thang slapping RKells
I tell them play this in the Jeep
You listen to my life when you listen to me
Hustling all day had to dip in the streets
Tell her baby heat up the stove 350 degrees
Cause I ain’t ate all day
I told her fix me a plate
I got police on my bumper
Baby momma issues and the streets
Trying to kill you but I was born in LA
And it ain’t no escape

None of these can’t touch you
You really thought you gone see us lose

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