Aiyyo Jay word up; these motherfuckers Fuckin talkin that comeback shit like they cookin crack Shit I ain't frontin all I want my pockets green like slum change Yaknahmsayin? Front the roll we roll back like rubbers motherfucker For real; with no trace of AIDS We keep our pockets fully blown, Roc-A-Fella click nigga Aiyyo we pattin down pussy from Sugarhill to the Shark Bar Fuck a bitch D in the marked car We got the bad bitches gaspin for air in Aspen Searchin for aspirin when I ask then, we swing You cling we do our thing and bring Sling your ding-a-ling from Bed-Stuy Brooklyn to Beijing East coast hostess hostile colossal, money flarin like nostrils for drug dealin apostles, huh Al Pacino down to Nino Brown Me Jay and Primo, got it sewed across the board like poquino Teflon, make sure your jammy is full Cause I heard, Sammy the Bull lamps in Miami with pull Tropical leaves where I got a few keys with my man I'll stock a few G's, now it's unstoppable cheese Said we was garbage, so fuck college Street knowledge amazin to scholars when we coin phrases for dollars Star studded bitches with cristals, get fucked with pistols just to see my shit, discharge puss I drop the stellar, even acapella I got to tell all about Roc-A-Fella
*Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang And if not then let me do my thang (x4)
Mannerisms of a young Bobby DeNiro, spent spanish wisdoms in a whip with dinero, crime organized like the pharoah I cream, I diamond gleam High post like Hakeem, got a lot of things to drop Brooklyn to Queens, I gotta keep my steam Niggaz wanna try to hem my long jeans Uptown fiend for Jay-Z to appear on the scene In the meanwhile, here's somethin dope for y'all to lean Liason for days on in Money make the world go around so I made songs to spin Can I Live, did dough, with my nigs, dividends flow like the Mississippi riv', lookin jig' Can't do for dolo, had to turn away when Tony killed Manolo That's real, mixed feelings like a mulatto Thug thought he was O.G. Bobby Johnson I played him like Benny Blanco, mano a mano you ain't ready, I find no trigger straight up shoot my guns horizontal, get your weight up, I am two point two pounds you're barely a hundred and twenty-five grams Wouldn't expect y'all to understand this money Do the knowledge, do the few dollars, I'm due to demolish Crews Brooklyn through Hollis to a hood near you, what the fuck...
"Bring it on if you think you can hang..."
Money is power I'm into cheddick with facial credit Pure platinum fetish for cheddars Spread letters you move you're deadish I make moves that remove pebbles out of shoes You suck pistol like pipe with the cristal John Stockton couldn't assist you Cowboys or Benzes like we foulin in the U.N. So what the fuck you doin? Whatever nigga Fahrvegnugen, rugged yet polished Spankin dollars with the commas bangin bitches out the Bahamas On hides of llama we cry nada, fly frather Fry hotter, you die gotta Fuck with me witness manana Absence of malice in my palace Call cousin now Dallas trigger finger with the callous Tip scales from mail to keep these niggaz off balance Your frequent stops to O.T.B. you feedin me Steam a nigga schemin on the wrist action with the gleams Jewels for Pop Duke fulfill your dreams Never put the pure brown sugar before the dirty green cream
[Puffy] I'll never stop I don't give a fuck If it's me against a million billion of Ya'll mother fuckers I will never stop
I bust six out the roof of my Bentley Coup Head shots so mother fuckers can't regroup, Can't recoup I'll be damned if you get more points than me Sell more joints than me Steal your faith, take a puff, inhale my name Smoke on it, shit, choke on it Bitch nigga, I'mma make a hit nigga Hot mother fucker down to the skit nigga Game over playa, and nigga ya scored low Hit me later young, and I'm at the award show Bank account ten digits and it's all "O's" I floss the most shit, fuck the most hoes Come on, you can even ask Don Juan It's official now, they all rock Sean John Might have to change my name to strong arm You came to get money man? That shit been long gone, come on
[Shyne] Have much to do with nigga since Nicolas Bond Poppin' and choppin' until the day that I'm gone Shyne poor, cuz your dream come from one bottle Prominent premier, premium bravo Watch him explain ain't nothin' But blood thug crime though Shots in the spinal, from my rivals Cross the t's and dot the i's and Pay the judge, drop the top we'll mess around Shit, it's the kid rapper's feelin' You cowards don't know? I'd rather be racketeerin' somewhere Bustin' shots in the atmosphere and Not caring, fuckin' the proscecutor at my hearin' Money laundering, honies wondering Who me? I reply casually Come what God would be if He was a straight G Tonight too tight out of a big ditch we ride
[Redman] Yo yo yo, it's your hide Grab the rope and yell rawhide Front line is pussy, call off sides I'm focus but my hand is cross-eyed I left my gun home, here borrow mine Pop the nine like a judge "All rise" This gun'll knock plants off tall guys We value-packs, y'all small fries (Yo, I'm from the projects) Yo, but on the floor tied Don't matter, we'll take up all size Truly yours doc, then PPP hide, my name is Since five, I talk jive In church dressed in cordoroy ties Now I'm grown up and been married four times Besides, I'm just a sight for soar eyes Brick city, known pop the door wide Stolen Bonneville in New York High
[G-Dep] Reversin' the plot Last come, first one to rot, first in the glot If I miss, circlin' the block, servin' the pot And I be the person to watch If your girl missin' the rock, purse and a watch Hot as it gets, from Hell came outta you debts Buy the cassette, rewind it to death Alota y'all sweat it, you try to forget How I rock shit from N.Y. to Tibet You got it to bet? That's just how you got into debt You lost when you nodded your neck Through the vest, Through the chest that you tried to protect Take the voice that you try to project, check Darin' you to kid, cat shootin' sperm in you wiz I'm why you smell herb in the crib Man I'm out for doubtful, shit I spit a mouthful Indo out-do, intro to outro
[Sauce Money] I'm the hottest thing spittin' so go warn
[Intro: DJ KaySlay] Yeah it's DJ KaySlay the Drama King I'm in the house with my nigga Sauce Money Memphis Bleek, holdin it down from the East coast And from the West, I got my nigga Game All you bitch-ass niggaz, y'all better fall the fuck back Y'all know how this shit is about to go down Yo homie, what's your name?
[Sauce Money] My name is Money, that much is true Listen up, this what I'm gon' do I won't wait for you to get a lil' bigger I hit you with the tec-9, lil' nigga Look at him - red as a muh'fucker Hah! Dead as a muh'fucker Unassisted - aiyyo you shoulda Been there Bleek, too late, you missed it Cock back my biscuit Like a fat chick and chocolate, I can't resist it Didn't believe you, so for your big ol' ego I got a big ol' Eagle Gotta give the people Not a fuckin chance to see you inside the sequel Son I stay stuck in rude So when they see me comin they like, "Damn, here come this fuckin dude!"
You know'm sayin Memph'? Brooklyn what's up? Got to take this shit back Let's hit 'em with the hook son
[Chorus: Memphis Bleek] Sawed-off shotgun, hand on the pump Sippin that Arme', puffin on a blunt All I know is my shit better bump La la la la la-la la lahhhh
[Memphis Bleek] What, yo yo. You know Bleek always smokin that "La La La" - you right Groupies they be actin too crazy, tell 'em they too hype They want leave with a G like Eas' Educated the bullshit, got a degree in these streets But - I dare a nigga act all crazy The tec'll tear his back all crazy And you know I stay bent off the Arme' Regardless if solo or I'm deep with my amry I rep - straight from the jacked M-P If I put the tec up I gotta tote the D.E But wait! You know I'm ridin with Sauce And we ridin this song from out the Robb Report Dawg, I'm from the street, from the best I'm taught I'll get your man tied and lost, fuck the cost Got a couple of my killers who stand by And I'm G-Force stat' nigga, never fly stand-by
Uhh, jeah, you know Put this shit right back in the street, huh? Brooklyn shit, Sauce Let's bring the hook back, here we go yo
[Chorus]
[The Game] Dip through N-Y, black Impala, matchin interior Cali plates, I'm that serious Niggaz think the kid a joke 'til that .38-revolver spin like hundred spokes Homie I bring the drama (drama) Sleep on The Game and get left in wooden pajamas Nigga I ain't easy son But I break up rock/Roc like DipSet and M-Easy son I'm a B-L-double-O-D Hardest nigga since S-N-double-O-P And all this beef got blood in my eye Aftermath motherfucker, you could love it or die Keep Dre name out your mouth boy Or get your +Bones Crushed+ like them Dirty South boys I'm a "Menace," fuck Kane and O-Dog Since I was ten I had 'caine and O's, dawg I ain't lyin (I ain't lyin) They gave Eazy AIDS, so why should I give a FUCK about dyin? And the day Jay retire I'ma park next to the throne, in a Maybach on gold wires, yeah
[Chorus]
[Outro: DJ KaySlay] Yeah you bitch-ass motherfuckers "Hands on the Pump" Fuck around, find yo' ass slump One hitta quitta, yes [gunshots]
