money You should come and get that money with me I know U want that, I know U want that I know U want that, get that money with me I know U want that
[Big Boi] Some of that uh, LTD Lincoln Town Car Some of that El Dorado funk, know what I'm talking about Gangsta Shit, you know, lay back, cool out, yeah
line, bitch nigga get erased Like chalkboards Look here my nigga I mean what I speak Nigga want beef I rip both sides of tha street I got niggas like Big
in your section Before I leave my rest, kiss my wiz, load my weapon Yeah that's my right hand man, that fifty cal chrome Off-safety when I roam, I ain
am I doin, nigga know that I been good, since I was ridin' that burgundy regal down Glendwood Bitch I'm bout cheddar, If you bout it I'm bout it, To if you get it I
of that uh, LTD Lincoln Town Car Some of that El Dorado funk, know what I'm talkin' about Gangsta Shit, you know, lay back, cool out, yeah You know we
fake the funk. I dont pay for pussy, I dont hang with chumps. I got verses and words no peas or birds. My bitch still keep the 45 tucked in her purse
cracks of your lips 'Cuz I'm the piece, the magnetic, I'm not the weak and pathetic Sometimes inside my rhymes, you hear words that perfected Master
Like chalk boards Look here my nigga, I mean what I speak Nigga want beef, i rip down both sides of the streets I got niggas like Big Woo who a ride
know I'm saying believe it [B.G.] I'm off the block, niggaz love me cause I keep it real Hustlers respect me, cause I spit everything that they live
name I'm like the Pres, sending men off to blast What I spit, make 'em spend all they cash, I'm so Wu So new, that I ain't rip off the tags [U-God] RZA
off your flesh, I know you wish you wore a vest That's a no brainer, I'm coming with both flamers Spray 'em, but I'm no painter to this here, I'm no
off your flesh, I know you wish you wore a vest That's a no brainer, I'm coming with both flamers I'll spray 'em, but I'm no painter To this here, I'm
your lips Aiyo, aiyo, cuz I'm the piece, the magnetic, I'm not the weak and pathetic Sometimes, inside my rhymes, you hear words that perfected Master
haters I line em up shut em down shut up they trap Go through they act, I one up they back, hit up they will Other than that I'm killing theses tracks
in the same room I'm on the run from the boys havin fun But I know I'll feel tha pain soon Yo, look what I go threw I know youu want me to stay all night
, I got that work for cheap. 16 bars of meth and a heron beat. [MJG:] Yeah yeah. You want a 16, u better put the dough in hand, cause I ain't answer
