gotta get back to the money, back to the money Back to the money, back to the money [Verse 3: B.G.] Yeah, it's back to the streets (streets) back to
steal I would tell you more, but I think, you would squeal I'm ridin at the wheel, lean back, poppin pills I make a lil' side money plus I got a deal
Oi) Oi, Look, Mine How U Talking. Shut Up Stop Talking, Waste Man A Brush Man (ow!) man I'll Brush Man Black Na Blood Hold Me Back Hold Who Back They
got it on lock, you just locked out Skinny jeans but a nigga's still hood I bet they never thought they'd see a B.I.G. gone good But I swear to God
[INTRO (Yung Joc)] Is that right? Block Hustlenomic$ BNT ho! A G is what a G does bay, my momma told me dat BNT ho! Dro, Bun-B, Yung Joc..let's go [Chorus
why I bust back, it don't phase me When he drop, take his glock, and I'm Swayze Summer break, my escape, sold the glock, bought some weight Laid back, I got some money
fucked your bitch You fat mutha-fucka {take money} West side Bad boy killers {take money} You know who the realist is Niggas we bring it to {take money
And hope niggaz got punished Kidnapped, jacked in the back with macs to they neck Rappers waitin to get done in Backtalkin - we tossed his ass out M.O.B
this year (all 2x) Raz B rapping: (overlapping) What? Santa Hooked me up wit a Bentley four door Got a hundred million dollar G4 Santa was generous gave me a gang of money
up with the scheme and got paid I had no other choice but go at knowledge of tray When I got my transport, I got kind of steam g up Cos I got cherry pet
like broadway yo The crack-head rappers better just say no Before I turn stupid and back the heat slow Lay and wait for niggaz in the back street yo Weak
my B-I Niggaz wanna be me, yeah I can see why Told y'all How I used to roll and see Clive Hop off the G-4, hop in the G-5 But since niggaz wanna copy
, Pimp Mode [Bun B] Well it's a sunny day in the city With syrup and Sunny D Flippin' through Sunny Side Tryin' to get me some money g Down South
of them called you back Ask J.R., my car was pushed to the limit on Cool & Dre Plus Rick Ross was Hustlin' that money outcha like everyday You knew
pimp, you the one that paid her Pullin off in my scrape and it black on black like I'm Darth Vader [Chamillionaire imitating B.G.] Hopped off the porch
Seat laid back, you know how us pimps be Keep your head up Bun B, rest in peace Pimp C A mill' on mine rolled back to back and young millionaires we haven
