a couple of dojas to cover the shit Block is like ground zero man its covered in bricks Just know if ya paper right I'm a fuck wit ya Cash New York man
and y'all women know the secrets Of how to get it and keep it How to prey on my weakness Cuz I want the p-u-s-s-y Got a lotta niggaz wonderin it ain't
y'all ('Nus y'all) Sticky like cous-cous y'all (cous y'all) Be the words that I ap-ply (ap-ply) My peeps mass, karma N.Y. (N.Y) Check it out, you see
Ask her "can she drive a stick?" now she steerin me Man I'm sick, no it ain't no curin me C to the H to the I-N-G ... Y [Chorus] - w/ ad libs [Verse
this dough Pull up from behind and is in his throat Windows down gotta stop pollution CDs change niggas like who is that producing? This the Play-N-Skillz
[Intro:] You know the definition... of a Balla That's me... C-H-I-N-G to the Y Lemme explain it to you though [Chorus:] I'mma Balla (Balla) SAY WHAT
m riding in the goods. Line it on up, guarantee you get served. Lil' Chris, said run it, So I ran and told her. I'm a cash money young'n, Bird-man junior
now (Ash) Don't you know that I will never leave (Nas) Murder Inc. y'all (Jah) It's MURAHHHHHHHH! Nigga, HA HA! (Nas) It's over now; y'all know that
Better not violate the camp, get shot down by chance I'm real advanced with that cock and blast Cause the feds wont look back, for cleaning cash What cashes
Yeah... hard body (hard body) Carter carter Carter yeah Lets go Cash Money Young Money motherfuck the other side They can fuck with us if they want I
the turn tables, whoof get on the keyboard And we gon run this for you, ya heard? Yeah, check it out [Female] Cash Money... Cash Money... Cash Money... Cash
is a rap - Boy I told ya - Oh Boy Y'all all know the (Boy) Grove-a - Boy Boy Ya, not from the Magnolia, but the bar Soljah Y'al sippin' that Belvi -
to blow!) She blowin cause she seen your flash (there they go!) So many y'all in one spot (she lose her mind!) She never seen so much cash [Interlude
rhymes The cars and the chedda is mine We ain't, the type to sit back and lose focus Spit that mack-a-docious Most ferocious Cash all in my holsters
arms and my feets knee deep in the game, I’m the best on the beat, let you little n-gga speak and run for a treat, muthaf-cking … all y’all n-ggas owe
it's just confidence Rougher than an outlaw quicker than the flash For records to movie to TV I'm grabbing cash and I'm dashing The P-(R)-I-(N)-C-(E)
I got a boy and his name is John You ought to see little John tag along Going where his daddy goes Learning what his daddy knows We got a boy and his
Well he's not very handsome to look at Oh he's shaggy and he eats like a hog And he's always killin' my chickens That dirty old egg-suckin' dog Egg-suckin
