Sauce Money

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무심한 시간의 흐름에 뒤쳐져 산더미 처럼 쌓인 걱정거리들에게 밀쳐져
정신없이 살아오다 문득 옛 시절을 돌아보니 우뚝 솟은 빌딩들에 가려져
사라져 가는 저 하늘처럼 흘러간 시간에 묻혀 사라져버린 것들이 무척이나 많아
허전함만이 남아 매일 같이 셀수없이 팔굽혀펴길 하시며 팔에 매달려 보라 하시던
아버지의 힘찬모습 또 뽕자락을 흥얼대시며 춤을 추시던 어머니의 모습
그 모습들은 사라지고 60년 이란 세월의 무게를 지고 힘들어하시는 모습만이 보여
눈물이 고여 그리고 나에겐 사라져버린 해맑은 웃음 그대신 늘어만 가는건 긴 한숨
하지만 그 한숨조차 돌릴 여유 마저 잃어버린것이 바로 지금 나의 모습

slow down 태양아 제발 서두르지 마 그리움이란 무지개가 떴잖아
slow down 시간아 제발 보채지 좀 마 나의 추억을 모두다 니가 가졌잖아
얼마나 더 버려야만 하는지 이미 내겐 잃은것이 많은데
얼마나 더 잊어야만 하는지 아직 내겐 그리움이 많은데

하루가 멀다 만나던 친구놈들은 서로 지 밥그릇 챙기느 라 바뻐
만나봐야 한달에 고작 몇번 하지만 그 만남조차 점점 사라져가
허전함은 더해가 이젠 내 맘속 그리운 노래차트 1위가 되어버린
음정을 알수없던 계란장수의 노래소리 그처럼 모든게 그립기만해
지금 내 삶의 바탕 마치 파도를 잃은 바다와 같아 시들어버린 꽃 향기를 맡아
허무함에 취한듯해 물론 평생을 가도 12개 숫자완 절대 헤어지지 않는 시계바늘처럼
그 누구도 그 무엇도 변하지 않는 모습으로 영원히 만날수 없단 걸 알지만
또 10년 20년이 지나 더 많은 걸 잃게 된다는 것도 알지만 괜히 난 두려워 사라져 버린 모든 것이 그리워

slow down 태양아 제발 서두르지 마 그리움이란 무지개가 떴잖아
slow down 시간아 제발 보채지 좀 마 나의 추억을 모두다 니가 가졌잖아
얼마나 더 버려야만 하는지 이미 내겐 잃은것이 많은데
얼마나 더 잊어야만 하는지 아직 내겐 그리움이 많은데

(Featuring Sauce Money/Memphis Bleek/The Game)

[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]

(Sauce Money)
MC rhymin..
.. uhh uhh
Uhh, uh uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh
MC, MC, M-A-R-C-Y
Uhh, uh..

MC rhymin, chart climbin
With the baguettes, Roley shinin
We smokin the best trees, I bet some skins on it
I got a SE, twenty inch rims on it
I got playaz who wanna kill me but love to speak nigga
cause I got a freak every day of the week
They just fake friends, they hope the shit ends (fuck you)
They see the dough my click spend in the big Benz
They think it's sweet, now we rock cubans with diamonds in em
but if they sleep (what?) hell is where I'ma send em
I know it's beef cause I don't wanna be rhymin wit em
They wanna act like BITCHES, time to split em
What the deal Ma? Heard I was boss ha?
On the real, wanna hear it from the Sauce ha?
You like the way I do it? I just gotta spit
I got flow doughs hoes and a lot of hits

Chorus: Sauce Money (repeat 4X)

MC rhymin, chart climbin
Together we talk the talk, forever we walk the walk

(Sauce Money)
In the trial my niggaz'll squeeze for the general
MP's holdin my heat, nigga run wild
I dial, executioners, go the extra mile
Nigga cock that, lose a screw when it pop black
Never provoke toast, niggaz get ghost most
You couldn't be my family, we never spoke close
You spit that "yo" shit, I say "nosotros"
Don't fuck with them dudes, think them niggaz homos
I'm talkin the bad bitches, you on some funny shit
You go for broke? I go for gettin money kid
I grab your homebase, now she give new honey head
To all you Donnie Brasco's, I'm Sonny Red
I split a weak nigga cheek quick, with one of those
Fuck a physique wrapped tighter than mummy clothes
Off looks alone probably get to touch em all light
but because of the flow, now I fuck em all night

Chorus

(Sauce Money)
You like dough baby? Work hard and you can get that
But in the meantime, let me hit that
Get you down on all fours, like a Kit-Kat
I'm tryin to split that, shouldn'ta did that
In and out with the quickness now what could make the brother stop?
Nothin, well maybe if the rubber pop
And even then that might not slow me down
I'm bout to go to town, wanna come? Show me now
Singular most MC's bringin your toast
I run roughshod rip rap stars and roast
I don't brag or boast, I only speak in facts
And if I say you seven days, how weak/week is that?
Fatal to niggaz that's unable to ride wit me
You better decide who side or collide wit me
The very last rapper tragically he died swiftly
You been warned motherfuckers, now come and get me

Chorus

(Sauce Money)
MC..
Together we talk the talk, forever we walk the walk (4X)

[puff daddy]
Yo puff daddy
Get off me
Ladies & gentlemen
You're about to witness something that you've never witnessed before
Sauce money's in the house & he brought his man with him

I leave rap in a state of shock
Where to rock, from the figures still
Play the block with my niggas
Ill lush, game 20 pounds, but all my niggas still crush
Still stack chips galore
Chicks want out the ghetto, try to hit you raw
Better know that everything I love - roll back
Cop my first gold plaque, soon as my man blew
Still spittin' the fly, hits you can't do nigga
You ain't gainin', you game in, barely maintainin'
I push fly whips without strainin', my cliques smother
Get tougher, hits rougher, puff is deep in the streets like chris tucker
My wrists cluster, on a mobile
P-diddy, rap mogul, thought I told you that we don't stop
Thought I told you that when I drop, platinum plaques
I cop, push bentley's without the tops, nigga

[chorus] (puff daddy)

Try to see if you see what I see
Give my game & spit my g
When it's all done, stack, funds, & I'm the one
On top is where I be
Tell me, do you see what I see?
(when I look in your eyes, I see you hatin' inside, so tell me)
Do you see what I see?
(I know you're hopin' I'm blind, cause you don't want me to shine)

[sauce money]
No secret, undefeated, I'm top seeded
Whenever I drop hits, you don't want it, you need it
This a hot joint from sauce, you feel cheated
Unanimous decision, love the way I freak it
Brooklyn, shogun, beat the 4-1
Niggas want to bite off my flow son
I don't think no one, got that, rock a hot track
Like me, nice to the sauce? naw
Spit rounds, it's rough did I mention the thorough?
Bk forever representin' my borough
Push fly whips, quick to stack my chips
Too easy for you to understand my hits
When the album drops every pocket hold some
Sauce motherfuckin' forever, I told son
Hypnotic, heard the ? war 'fore I shot it
Better cop it, cause all that fly shit, I got it

(chorus)

[pd]
I took rap by the throat & locked it
P-diddy fixed all those who tried to stop it
Some of y'all tried to blast off, but couldn't rock it
If my flow ain't like a door, how could you knock it?

[sauce money] (pd)
As a matter of fact, yo don't you hate that? (hate that)
Whenever cats playa hatin' from way back (way back)
Mad at you, just because they whack (they whack)
And I bought your style, older than 8-track (8-track)

[pd]
Only way to react though
Make hot joints & stack dough
Laughin' at your whack flow
Try to catch my g
Just so you can rap like me
Act like me

[sm]
Rap like me
But it seems as though you dreamin' a lot
(pd)
I'm the cream of the crop
[sm]
Soon to be seen in the drop
(pd)
Blow the spot for the not
[sm]
Control the block, watch his name bubble like a soda pop
(pd)
When he drop

(chorus 4x)

[puffy ad-libs throughout chorus]
Sauce money
Puff daddy
Bad boy forever
B.i.g. forever
Hitmen
Prestige, rock on playboy

Intro: 2000, and it goes like. (uh huh, yeah yeah)

Chorus: this goes out to my brooklyn crew
Lay my game flat, what you wanna do
Talk all night, are we gonna screw?
I'm talking 'bout me and you

Verse one: sauce money

I like to push up on chicks like it's the last record
Take 'em to the telly get buck passed naked
Let 'em feel the power, lick 'em if it don't taste sour
Hit 'em in the shower for an hour
Give 'em that feeling, sauce money for real and
Let her get on top if there's mirrors on the ceiling
Hit her so right that she wanna throw rice
My device makes her say damn, that nigga's nice!
Know I got wifey lay my cards when I pivot
Pass your seven digits if you're with it
Sauce wanna give you the option for the boot knockin'
Nine times outta ten it's on and poppin'
Ain't no stopping victory's in the air
Bring a friend next time let's do it again
Bring your whole crew if you see through me
And we can meet on the bqe
And it goes like

Chorus (2x)

Verse two: sauce money, jay-z

Sauce money:

Had this bitch bragging,
Sauce had his tongue between my thighs lally-gaggin;
Huh, could you imagine
Shaking your tail just like a dragon here comes my worse flame
In the morning hot 97 the first thing
(deny it) hell yeah y'all don't buy it
I don't eat no kind of fish if you can't fry it
But who knows maybe one day I'll try it
But for now slow down too much lip is killin' your diet

Jay-z:

Can I get it what - get it wet
When he hit it first can I get it next, shit you the best
It ain't wack to be with both of us, mami actually
I'm eddie kane jr., that nigga me!
You want me to feel what he feel when it's tight
And I know, he don't be doing it right
But it gets no liver than this, never lie on our dicks
Shit, we got nigga's rides on our wrists
Play your cards right you'll be driving the 6
Shopping all day hoppin' out in the dist.
Popping the crist., shit hoppin' outta your wrist
Popping your shit, new york's hottest bitch
>from the ghetto to the stilletto's
But you gotta do it two times like an echo, y'all feelin' that
This is how we run it down the line
Nigga sauce goes first jigga next to rhyme

Chorus (2x)

Verse three: jay-z, sauce money

Jay-z

I see you got a lot to get off your chest
Coat, blouse, bra-don't talk me to death
Like murder's on your mind mami, off the dress
Jigga ran game 'til I lost my breath

Sauce money

Last thing I need to know is what it costs for sex
What you need to know is if I lost respect
Don't have to worry if you do sauce correct
I'ma bless that, bring my whole crew through, don't even sweat that

Jay-z: uh, dime pieces I'm hittin'
Sauce money: four in the morning frosted flakes in your kitchen
Jay-z: now you want me to start trickin' I suppose
Sauce money: that's when the first face off kicks in-
We don't love these hoes!

Chorus (2x)

(Intro)
It don't get no betta than this (uh-uh)
Uh, uh, uh, uh
B-K muthafucka

(Verse 1)
It's a shame but, alot been change since we came up
I used ta run wit them, now I got my guns for them
Treat my hollows like trash, strait dumpin' 'em
Sauce Money show niggaz no love when I come for them
They thought they left a real nigga on his ass black
And that my numbers wouldn't rise like Nasdaq
And gotta re-half that, just pass that
We 'gon clash black for playin' the middle like ya ass crack
You can ball ova here, I play pass that
Exotic cats love ta talk peace when you blast back
No more fair ones, know you shot enuff of them
Don't really wanna do it, now you gotta fuck wit 'em
I'ma shit everytime that I hear ???
And make ya real ugly like bitter beer face
Sendin' fake thugs back ta the essence
Since my Rolex was a gift, there's no betta time than the present

(Chorus)
This one is for my hustlaz
(Right!)
Ladies don't tustle wit bustaz
(Not tonite!)
If you a dough gettin' swinga
Niggaz act funny wit cha money
Whatcha do?
(Give 'em the finga!)

This one is for my hustlaz
(Right!)
Ladies don't tustle wit bustaz
(Not tonite!)
If you a dough gettin' swinga
Niggaz act funny wit cha money
Whatcha do?
(Give 'em the finga!)

(Verse 2)
I dedicate this ta cats want they cheddar ta rise
Fifty grand too much, O.K. Seventy-Five
Sauce Money kinda cat you could never despise
Hit the streets lookin' like you a betta disquise
Get a grip, I'm the preacher, you dance wit the devil
Whoever my eyes focus on is not on my level
Not even close, ex-girlfriends hatin' ta see it
You can give me brain or get out, take it or leave it
Relax wit side who, max wit my crew
Operation gettin' money, that's what I do
Insecure artists pay me not ta spit
Show me fake love and then try ta fly if they hit
They could feel it in they bones, cuz when I drop my shit
All hell'll break loose, that's how hot I get
I rock big in the summer, witout missin' the block
When I wanna get M, then I listen ta Pac
Scarface when I'm laid back, whippin' the 3
If I wanna hear that shit, then I listen ta me
Stick in the key, turn the knob and open the door
Prevokin' a war, cats saw us smokin' the 4, fo' sure

(Chorus)
This one is for my hustlaz
(Right!)
Ladies don't tustle wit bustaz
(Not tonite!)
If you a dough gettin' swinga
Niggaz act funny wit cha money
Whatcha do?
(Give 'em the finga!)
(Give 'em the finga!)

(Verse 3)
Look, I like ta come through and run up in 'em all night
Bring my man too, Mami if it's alright
I'ma a big one, but I like ta ball out
Sip Henny, smoke dro 'til you fall out
Hit 'em wit that Marcy maneuver, makin' 'em droppin'
I ain't met one yet make me take her shoppin'
But I might cuz I gotta lotta cash ma
Platinum Navigator glock when the stash ha
Rolex, Cuban Link, now the riddle comin'
Do I know about 69, a little sumthin'
I like ya point-blank style, you in it ta win it
But before I go downtown, gimme a minute
You got ta shower up, make sure no dirt in it
I got the Pro-Fo, neva eva squirtin' it
That's a thong, (damn), baby you just hurtin' shit
Bring that thing here baby, show me what you workin' wit

(Chorus)
This one is for my hustlaz
(Right)
Ladies don't tustle wit bustaz
(Not tonite)
If you a dough gettin' swinga
Niggaz act funny wit cha money
Whatcha do?
(Give 'em the finga!)

This one is for my hustlaz
(Right!)
Ladies don't tustle wit bustaz
(Not tonite!)
If you a dough gettin' swinga
Niggaz act funny wit cha money
Whatcha do?
(Give 'em the finga!)

(Outro)
This one is for my hustlaz
Saucemuthafuckin' for the year 2-O-O-O
(Hustlaz)
Niggaz betta recognize
(Hustlaz)
I'm just gettin' started muthafuckaz
(Hustlaz)
Get yo shit off now
(Hustlaz)
It don't stop
(Hustlaz)
B-K nigga
Marcy
Worldwide
You know the drill
Cut a check or suck a dick

Yo, who the fuck is this?
It's like 3:30
Yo, get the phone, bitch

Fuck these niggas

I don't give a fuck about nothin
And you either

This is for you Tommy Tuckers, you know em, neighborhood suckers
We all got em, stupid motherfuckers
Wanna-be rap brothers--ruggers--, bitin ass niggas who love us
Idolize us, eat a dick, can't touch us
Slick nigga, far from a snitch nigga
Or bitch nigga, quick to click on a sick nigga
Where it's at nigga, roam with the chrome nigga
Fat nigga, bat against your dome nigga
I'm that nigga, one you can't even crush
Type of cat shit in your crib and don't even flush
Kind of nigga when you see him that you wantin to touch
On some Russell Simmons shit, but ain't in no Rush
Cause when the shit hit the fan, who the hell can you trust?
Duckin the blow? Really? Where the fuck can you go?
Who the fuck can you get when I'm ready to spit
When you hear my name I make you hate spaghetti and shit
Spit and aim with the fifth, if I get caught in a lie
Ten shots light you up like the 4th of July
I don't need your help, bitch, I got support from the sky
Quite fluid, I'm a definite, you might do it
Bitches, guns and ones, got a right to it
Fuck up against the wall, I send your ass right through it
Tattooed like Mike did it, leave you lightheaded
Swear to God, y'all niggas better act like Christ said it

Hey yo yo who the hell this Sauce nigga think he talkin to, man?
Arrogant bastard
Chubby motherfucker
You think you alla that, man?
I can't even stand to hear this shit no more, man

Hey you know what motherfuckers? It don't stop there
I'ma solidify my rap spot til it's not fair
Nothin to do with it, niggas say, "I'm glad it was them"
Somethin to do with it, niggas gon' be glad it was them
Inspire men, or some R&B shit and fire ten
With Mya in it, gettin head from the way the tires spin
My whole circle is hot, like when the dryer spin
You just a cub nigga, trapped off in a lion's den
Lookin for love? Fuck you, you found hate, stupid
I run with a 112 kids who raped Cupid
Plus got head, see my eyes, bloodshot red
Hands where I can cee like Busta said
I lead by example, nigga - must I led?
Last thing you hear is shots and every cuss I said
Real niggas walkin away, paramedics walkin your way
Crackin jokes while I'm talkin to Jay
Gettin head from four dimes from New York in a day
This flow here is stainless, what you thought it was clay?
Thought it was gold? Only thing it bought was your soul
Split your wig, then confuse you for that fork in the road
I don't play with wack rappers, I slay wack rappers
Only aim to decay and spray wack rappers
If niggas wanna front, and say fuck my shit
Don't buy my album, fuck you and suck my dick

Better forget it, just to be specific
Cause if you the one, then I'm too terrific
Better relax, 'fore you get it twisted
It's to the death now, if you make the shitlist

Forget your lingo, and how you primadonna niggas mingle
I'm real money, fold up, you funny money, jingle
News flash, here's a hot-ass item to bring you
Had a car, Roley, and house before my first single
I know how y'all niggas roll, quiet as a tear
My album ain't even dropped, and I'm writer of the year
I got shit, find me in your record store under 'hot shit'
While you register, under 'not shit'
I drop hits in the streets and triggers'll blow
Show after show, watch him, big as I roll
We all know the rules, fool, jewels, bitches and dough
Did you hear? I'm the fattest, nicest nigga you know
And I kill a muthafucka just to gain a buck
Confuse niggas, bust guns, and aim to duck
If you happen to sell half weight your game is luck
Who write for who? Y'all sound the same, lame as fuck
Can't control it, tried to sell it, heard it the way you told it
Who bought it? And if you sold it? Extort it
For somethin I might have smoked, roll it
Never get grimy as me, I fuck a rattle snake if a nigga hold it
I got both sides of the fence in minute
I got hits with Jay, Clark, Primo, and none of my wheels is rented
I got a smash with Puff bout to drop any minute

[sauce money]
I lay my gun fine, ideas be as bright as the sunshine
Shook the rap game with just one line
When me and my niggaz combine, all day, you know what?
Sometimes, I run with mad niggaz who done time
Hit you with eight, from one nine, now you showin the vein
My shells is like information, go in your brain
Holdin my slug, before you squeeze em show em the love
Burn your fingertips so throw em a glove, understand me
Before my album drop, cop the grammy, uncanny
Bought my first role' from manny
Dirty burners my crew never hand me, nigga we family
You not, get shot, get caught slippin like dexter manley
With at least ten lead, spray right, paint your skin red
Damn we, all the shit you can't be
We big time, you small time, real small like how an ant be
Marcy, bust a shot for metcalf, tilo and danny
Peace to the bureils, cut wop and stanley
Boom moet and bow, my whole set is wild
Past threats, frontin flash singles and that's bent
Fuck a bitch, you know the drill
Cut a chick or a suck a dick

[jay-z]
Jigga, what the fuck?
As a youth explosively, clappin off the roof
Shootin guard like kobe, raised up slay smears and bo'e
Back then, gil was my codiene, spanish jose
Showed me how to get the money niggaz owed me
Fast forward, no kids, six cars and three role's
Two cribs, trips to cuba, sippin on uba
Got rap in a stupor, first to clap your group up
From the range with the ski rack, or six with the ruger
Shit, I light the motherfuckin soundproof booth up
New shit, y'all say the same shit like you're looped up
Your rap's all lazy, jigga the black scorcese
What your album lack is more jay-z
Code name: jay-hovah, all praise me
Y'all don't paint pictures, y'all all trace me
You've yet to see the day when my squad be done
I represent that shit nigga, marcy son, what?

Y'all muthafuckas want me to stop?
Oh, I'll stop, muthafucka
But you gotta do somethin for me
Say Unkle
(Say Unkle)
Better hurry up
(Hurry up)
You better hu-
Ah-ah, fuck it, it's too late

( VERSE 1 )
I kicks it, oh yeah
Click, spit, don't care
Never see me no mere
Lot of niggas know me
Few hoes blow me
Nigga stay low-key
Sauce Money Faculty, reppin shit for my homies
Def, now we ride, cats screamin "I'm it!"
That's just too bad, that's the hit I'm with
Been a lot of places, seen a lot of niggas
Lot of different faces, most of them killers
Counted lot of figures, niggas know I'm raw
Off day for sure, packin a .44
Gather round the lightning, now you feelin the volts
Might not see me, but you see the results
Everybody talkin, take a listen, back now
Bullshit cats, muthafuckas dissin that now
One thing I know, never kind of, sort of
Fuck you and that bitch nigga with you, fool, in that order

( CHORUS )
Niggas better play dead, let go Play-Doh
I'm about to spray now, fuckin with (aiyo)
Sauce Money my nigga, they don't want no drama
Muthafuckas, we killers, I put that on my mama
Diamond ring shinin, bitches say it's so nice
Sauce Muthafuckin, now she's shakin all night
Non-stop, we get the place cracklin
From North, West, South, East and back again

( VERSE 2 )
Niggas know I rock, spittin for my riches
Representin my block, this is for my bitches
Seems as though we next, laughin at you haters
900 CX, platinum Navigators
Since my hits is so hot, now I'm keepin a toast
Niggas ain't about shit, usually speakin the most
Tons of sons kick in your door, nigga, so run your funds
What's done is done, I don't see no one's and you see my guns
That's how I roll, niggas like we know
Hit the spot heavily armed, me and Reno
Hemmed up with three hoes, sippin on a bottle
Cut a check, suck a dick, that's my motto
Like it, love it, fuck it, I'm Sauce Money for life
Keep my circle real tight cause I know niggas is trife
Plottin from long-range to hit me for my figures
But till the day I lay this is strictly for my niggas

( CHORUS )

Come on
A-ha
Let's go
A-ha
Feel it
A-ha
Love it
A-ha
Love it
Yeah
Shoot yourselves
Come on
It's alright
1
2
3
Gone

"Sauce Motherfucker" "Bitch niggas listen"
"I represent that shit, nigga bombs it son" (Repeat 4x)

"You niggas heard 'Pre-Game'"
By Sauce Motherfucker for you lame motherfuckers"

Ain't no stopping, cats just dropping
Hear guns cocking, fuck it, still rocking
Thug niggas and thug bitches give me my props and
Playa-hatin' motherfuckers cock-blocking
Cats got it twisted, I'm the next nigga
Sauce Motherf-ing, check your text, nigga
I fuck tracks raw dog when I sex this
A rebel, I'm on some Malcom X shit
Let the tec spit, I'm gunning 'em all
All these new niggas y'all pump, I'm running 'em all
Ain't nobidy fucking with the shit I do
If you disagree slightly, I shit on you, what
I'm just with it, tell from my riches
Keep my cars tinted, all my bitches
Love the bigga nigga cause I grind a lot
Try to calculate my figures cause I shine a lot
Keep my fingers on the trigger til I find a cop
You know my style, all my fucking lines be hot
I share these niggas, clear these niggas
It's my time, how dare these niggas

"Bitch niggas listen"

(Sauce Money)
MC rhymin..
.. uhh uhh
Uhh, uh uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh
MC, MC, M-A-R-C-Y
Uhh, uh..

MC rhymin, chart climbin
With the baguettes, Roley shinin
We smokin the best trees, I bet some skins on it
I got a SE, twenty inch rims on it
I got playaz who wanna kill me but love to speak nigga
cause I got a freak every day of the week
They just fake friends, they hope the shit ends (fuck you)
They see the dough my click spend in the big Benz
They think it's sweet, now we rock cubans with diamonds in em
but if they sleep (what?) hell is where I'ma send em
I know it's beef cause I don't wanna be rhymin wit em
They wanna act like BITCHES, time to split em
What the deal Ma? Heard I was boss ha?
On the real, wanna hear it from the Sauce ha?
You like the way I do it? I just gotta spit
I got flow doughs hoes and a lot of hits

Chorus: Sauce Money (repeat 4X)

MC rhymin, chart climbin
Together we talk the talk, forever we walk the walk

(Sauce Money)
In the trial my niggaz'll squeeze for the general
MP's holdin my heat, nigga run wild
I dial, executioners, go the extra mile
Nigga cock that, lose a screw when it pop black
Never provoke toast, niggaz get ghost most
You couldn't be my family, we never spoke close
You spit that "yo" shit, I say "nosotros"
Don't fuck with them dudes, think them niggaz homos
I'm talkin the bad bitches, you on some funny shit
You go for broke? I go for gettin money kid
I grab your homebase, now she give new honey head
To all you Donnie Brasco's, I'm Sonny Red
I split a weak nigga cheek quick, with one of those
Fuck a physique wrapped tighter than mummy clothes
Off looks alone probably get to touch em all light
but because of the flow, now I fuck em all night

Chorus

(Sauce Money)
You like dough baby? Work hard and you can get that
But in the meantime, let me hit that
Get you down on all fours, like a Kit-Kat
I'm tryin to split that, shouldn'ta did that
In and out with the quickness now what could make the brother stop?
Nothin, well maybe if the rubber pop
And even then that might not slow me down
I'm bout to go to town, wanna come? Show me now
Singular most MC's bringin your toast
I run roughshod rip rap stars and roast
I don't brag or boast, I only speak in facts
And if I say you seven days, how weak/week is that?
Fatal to niggaz that's unable to ride wit me
You better decide who side or collide wit me
The very last rapper tragically he died swiftly
You been warned motherfuckers, now come and get me

Chorus

(Sauce Money)
MC..
Together we talk the talk, forever we walk the walk (4X)

(Intro)
It don't get no betta than this (uh-uh)
Uh, uh, uh, uh
B-K muthafucka

(Verse 1)
It's a shame but, alot been change since we came up
I used ta run wit them, now I got my guns for them
Treat my hollows like trash, strait dumpin' 'em
Sauce Money show niggaz no love when I come for them
They thought they left a real nigga on his ass black
And that my numbers wouldn't rise like Nasdaq
And gotta re-half that, just pass that
We 'gon clash black for playin' the middle like ya ass crack
You can ball ova here, I play pass that
Exotic cats love ta talk peace when you blast back
No more fair ones, know you shot enuff of them
Don't really wanna do it, now you gotta fuck wit 'em
I'ma shit everytime that I hear ???
And make ya real ugly like bitter beer face
Sendin' fake thugs back ta the essence
Since my Rolex was a gift, there's no betta time than the present

(Chorus)
This one is for my hustlaz
(Right!)
Ladies don't tustle wit bustaz
(Not tonite!)
If you a dough gettin' swinga
Niggaz act funny wit cha money
Whatcha do?
(Give 'em the finga!)

This one is for my hustlaz
(Right!)
Ladies don't tustle wit bustaz
(Not tonite!)
If you a dough gettin' swinga
Niggaz act funny wit cha money
Whatcha do?
(Give 'em the finga!)

(Verse 2)
I dedicate this ta cats want they cheddar ta rise
Fifty grand too much, O.K. Seventy-Five
Sauce Money kinda cat you could never despise
Hit the streets lookin' like you a betta disquise
Get a grip, I'm the preacher, you dance wit the devil
Whoever my eyes focus on is not on my level
Not even close, ex-girlfriends hatin' ta see it
You can give me brain or get out, take it or leave it
Relax wit side who, max wit my crew
Operation gettin' money, that's what I do
Insecure artists pay me not ta spit
Show me fake love and then try ta fly if they hit
They could feel it in they bones, cuz when I drop my shit
All hell'll break loose, that's how hot I get
I rock big in the summer, witout missin' the block
When I wanna get M, then I listen ta Pac
Scarface when I'm laid back, whippin' the 3
If I wanna hear that shit, then I listen ta me
Stick in the key, turn the knob and open the door
Prevokin' a war, cats saw us smokin' the 4, fo' sure

(Chorus)
This one is for my hustlaz
(Right!)
Ladies don't tustle wit bustaz
(Not tonite!)
If you a dough gettin' swinga
Niggaz act funny wit cha money
Whatcha do?
(Give 'em the finga!)
(Give 'em the finga!)

(Verse 3)
Look, I like ta come through and run up in 'em all night
Bring my man too, Mami if it's alright
I'ma a big one, but I like ta ball out
Sip Henny, smoke dro 'til you fall out
Hit 'em wit that Marcy maneuver, makin' 'em droppin'
I ain't met one yet make me take her shoppin'
But I might cuz I gotta lotta cash ma
Platinum Navigator glock when the stash ha
Rolex, Cuban Link, now the riddle comin'
Do I know about 69, a little sumthin'
I like ya point-blank style, you in it ta win it
But before I go downtown, gimme a minute
You got ta shower up, make sure no dirt in it
I got the Pro-Fo, neva eva squirtin' it
That's a thong, (damn), baby you just hurtin' shit
Bring that thing here baby, show me what you workin' wit

(Chorus)
This one is for my hustlaz
(Right)
Ladies don't tustle wit bustaz
(Not tonite)
If you a dough gettin' swinga
Niggaz act funny wit cha money
Whatcha do?
(Give 'em the finga!)

This one is for my hustlaz
(Right!)
Ladies don't tustle wit bustaz
(Not tonite!)
If you a dough gettin' swinga
Niggaz act funny wit cha money
Whatcha do?
(Give 'em the finga!)

(Outro)
This one is for my hustlaz
Saucemuthafuckin' for the year 2-O-O-O
(Hustlaz)
Niggaz betta recognize
(Hustlaz)
I'm just gettin' started muthafuckaz
(Hustlaz)
Get yo shit off now
(Hustlaz)
It don't stop
(Hustlaz)
B-K nigga
Marcy
Worldwide
You know the drill
Cut a check or suck a dick

Yo, who the fuck is this?
It's like 3:30
Yo, get the phone, bitch

Fuck these niggas

I don't give a fuck about nothin
And you either

This is for you Tommy Tuckers, you know em, neighborhood suckers
We all got em, stupid motherfuckers
Wanna-be rap brothers--ruggers--, bitin ass niggas who love us
Idolize us, eat a dick, can't touch us
Slick nigga, far from a snitch nigga
Or bitch nigga, quick to click on a sick nigga
Where it's at nigga, roam with the chrome nigga
Fat nigga, bat against your dome nigga
I'm that nigga, one you can't even crush
Type of cat shit in your crib and don't even flush
Kind of nigga when you see him that you wantin to touch
On some Russell Simmons shit, but ain't in no Rush
Cause when the shit hit the fan, who the hell can you trust?
Duckin the blow? Really? Where the fuck can you go?
Who the fuck can you get when I'm ready to spit
When you hear my name I make you hate spaghetti and shit
Spit and aim with the fifth, if I get caught in a lie
Ten shots light you up like the 4th of July
I don't need your help, bitch, I got support from the sky
Quite fluid, I'm a definite, you might do it
Bitches, guns and ones, got a right to it
Fuck up against the wall, I send your ass right through it
Tattooed like Mike did it, leave you lightheaded
Swear to God, y'all niggas better act like Christ said it

Hey yo yo who the hell this Sauce nigga think he talkin to, man?
Arrogant bastard
Chubby motherfucker
You think you alla that, man?
I can't even stand to hear this shit no more, man

Hey you know what motherfuckers? It don't stop there
I'ma solidify my rap spot til it's not fair
Nothin to do with it, niggas say, "I'm glad it was them"
Somethin to do with it, niggas gon' be glad it was them
Inspire men, or some R&B shit and fire ten
With Mya in it, gettin head from the way the tires spin
My whole circle is hot, like when the dryer spin
You just a cub nigga, trapped off in a lion's den
Lookin for love? Fuck you, you found hate, stupid
I run with a 112 kids who raped Cupid
Plus got head, see my eyes, bloodshot red
Hands where I can cee like Busta said
I lead by example, nigga - must I led?
Last thing you hear is shots and every cuss I said
Real niggas walkin away, paramedics walkin your way
Crackin jokes while I'm talkin to Jay
Gettin head from four dimes from New York in a day
This flow here is stainless, what you thought it was clay?
Thought it was gold? Only thing it bought was your soul
Split your wig, then confuse you for that fork in the road
I don't play with wack rappers, I slay wack rappers
Only aim to decay and spray wack rappers
If niggas wanna front, and say fuck my shit
Don't buy my album, fuck you and suck my dick

Better forget it, just to be specific
Cause if you the one, then I'm too terrific
Better relax, 'fore you get it twisted
It's to the death now, if you make the shitlist

Forget your lingo, and how you primadonna niggas mingle
I'm real money, fold up, you funny money, jingle
News flash, here's a hot-ass item to bring you
Had a car, Roley, and house before my first single
I know how y'all niggas roll, quiet as a tear
My album ain't even dropped, and I'm writer of the year
I got shit, find me in your record store under 'hot shit'
While you register, under 'not shit'
I drop hits in the streets and triggers'll blow
Show after show, watch him, big as I roll
We all know the rules, fool, jewels, bitches and dough
Did you hear? I'm the fattest, nicest nigga you know
And I kill a muthafucka just to gain a buck
Confuse niggas, bust guns, and aim to duck
If you happen to sell half weight your game is luck
Who write for who? Y'all sound the same, lame as fuck
Can't control it, tried to sell it, heard it the way you told it
Who bought it? And if you sold it? Extort it
For somethin I might have smoked, roll it
Never get grimy as me, I fuck a rattle snake if a nigga hold it
I got both sides of the fence in minute
I got hits with Jay, Clark, Primo, and none of my wheels is rented
I got a smash with Puff bout to drop any minute

Y'all muthafuckas want me to stop?
Oh, I'll stop, muthafucka
But you gotta do somethin for me
Say Unkle
(Say Unkle)
Better hurry up
(Hurry up)
You better hu-
Ah-ah, fuck it, it's too late

( VERSE 1 )
I kicks it, oh yeah
Click, spit, don't care
Never see me no mere
Lot of niggas know me
Few hoes blow me
Nigga stay low-key
Sauce Money Faculty, reppin shit for my homies
Def, now we ride, cats screamin "I'm it!"
That's just too bad, that's the hit I'm with
Been a lot of places, seen a lot of niggas
Lot of different faces, most of them killers
Counted lot of figures, niggas know I'm raw
Off day for sure, packin a .44
Gather round the lightning, now you feelin the volts
Might not see me, but you see the results
Everybody talkin, take a listen, back now
Bullshit cats, muthafuckas dissin that now
One thing I know, never kind of, sort of
Fuck you and that bitch nigga with you, fool, in that order

( CHORUS )
Niggas better play dead, let go Play-Doh
I'm about to spray now, fuckin with (aiyo)
Sauce Money my nigga, they don't want no drama
Muthafuckas, we killers, I put that on my mama
Diamond ring shinin, bitches say it's so nice
Sauce Muthafuckin, now she's shakin all night
Non-stop, we get the place cracklin
From North, West, South, East and back again

( VERSE 2 )
Niggas know I rock, spittin for my riches
Representin my block, this is for my bitches
Seems as though we next, laughin at you haters
900 CX, platinum Navigators
Since my hits is so hot, now I'm keepin a toast
Niggas ain't about shit, usually speakin the most
Tons of sons kick in your door, nigga, so run your funds
What's done is done, I don't see no one's and you see my guns
That's how I roll, niggas like we know
Hit the spot heavily armed, me and Reno
Hemmed up with three hoes, sippin on a bottle
Cut a check, suck a dick, that's my motto
Like it, love it, fuck it, I'm Sauce Money for life
Keep my circle real tight cause I know niggas is trife
Plottin from long-range to hit me for my figures
But till the day I lay this is strictly for my niggas

( CHORUS )

Come on
A-ha
Let's go
A-ha
Feel it
A-ha
Love it
A-ha
Love it
Yeah
Shoot yourselves
Come on
It's alright
1
2
3
Gone

Never send a boy to do a man's job
You know?
I think we got away from what the fuck this is all about
We forgot - how to spit
Muthafuckas is makin all these crazy-ass fuckin records
Stop puttin your dirty laundry out in the street, muthafucka
Follow me now
Fuck with me

[ verse 1 ]
Sammy sosa slugger, hip-hop nigga, touch em all
Some cute, but suck em all, I say fuck em all
Eat a dick too, soloist choose another route
G.h. form now, go and break my brother out
Henny out the bottle, nigga, eyes low in the truck
Nothin but that good smoke, hydro in the dutch
Ain't no probably, sauce money, fool, got to be
Chicken eggs grits, california, call it oscar e.
Everything I spit hot, baby boy, you're kiddin me?
Hit flex with it, stretch with it, then mr. cee
Marley marl sunday night, can't forget kid capri
Hit the turnpike where all my niggas down in philly be
Just passin through, son, still many guns to cock
30 miles from the bridge where anyone can cop
Chillin at my bitch crib, sip plenty rum and scotch
Put it in the air for them niggas biggie, pun and pac

[ chorus ]
Haters frontin in the club
Real gees show us love
Bust slugs for my nigga
(we gonna rock)
Anywhere we do shows
Come through, two hoes
Killers with new flows, playa
(we gonna rock)
Even when eyes low from hydro
Can't another brother cock-block my flow
(we gonna rock)
Can't stop our ones
Can't block our guns
Get your triggers
And squeeze for these faculty niggas

[ verse 2 ]
Haters hate me cause I'm a big nigga with mass appeal
They can suck a dick with ghonorrhea and that's for real
Ain't no secrets, muthafuckas know I might clap the steel
Be ready any given time, I'm like grab the wheel
Let the window down slow, kid just bought the farm
Two chicks in a yugo, damn, it's a false alarm
Not on this joint, sauce usually calm with the grammar
But right now I'm like baking soda, armed with a hammer
Summertime comin, now they wonder what I drive next
Represent for big niggas, 3-4-5-x
Wide body jeeps, little dimes puff the herb slow
Know the drill, bubblegum, rubbers in the 3rd row
Suv tinted out, frontin on the hands-free
Real gees happy for me, haters like 'it can't be'
Fighter and a lover, worst enemy or your brother
Just don't forget to call me dad too cause I'm a motherfucker

[ chorus ]

[ verse 3 ]
I know bitches who love sauce for the dicko, straight gorilla
Fatally, more than likely take at least eight to kill a-
Ddicted to my flow, doggy style ain't the way I make my scrilla
[name], [name], [name], [name], those my niggas
Hit the club half-cocked, niggas shoulda knew me better
Jim star dillinger, that's under my gucci sweater
Through the crowd thugged out, took my stance and I spit
Screamed on this one chick like, bitch, dance to my shit
Part the club with elbows, bump a nigga, love that
Nigga read my eyes and it said 'step the fuck back'
This gorilla hill shit, we don't give two fucks
On gorilla hill, kid, you tryin to do too much
Must've had a sixth sense, how he knew I clutch chrome?
Probably this a big bitch, front and left his nuts home
Fuck that weak gotti shit, nigga, let your shotie spit
Sauce muthafuckin, get your punk-ass body whipped

[ chorus ] (3x)

Welcome to gorilla hill

"Sauce Motherfucker" "Bitch niggas listen"
"I represent that shit, nigga bombs it son" (Repeat 4x)

"You niggas heard 'Pre-Game'"
By Sauce Motherfucker for you lame motherfuckers"

Ain't no stopping, cats just dropping
Hear guns cocking, fuck it, still rocking
Thug niggas and thug bitches give me my props and
Playa-hatin' motherfuckers cock-blocking
Cats got it twisted, I'm the next nigga
Sauce Motherf-ing, check your text, nigga
I fuck tracks raw dog when I sex this
A rebel, I'm on some Malcom X shit
Let the tec spit, I'm gunning 'em all
All these new niggas y'all pump, I'm running 'em all
Ain't nobidy fucking with the shit I do
If you disagree slightly, I shit on you, what
I'm just with it, tell from my riches
Keep my cars tinted, all my bitches
Love the bigga nigga cause I grind a lot
Try to calculate my figures cause I shine a lot
Keep my fingers on the trigger til I find a cop
You know my style, all my fucking lines be hot
I share these niggas, clear these niggas
It's my time, how dare these niggas

"Bitch niggas listen"

[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

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

*Repeat (x4)

"Yeah, bring it on... bring it on..." (x5)