hine to dis OK [Chorus] [Mark] Du du du [Trina] Back dis ass up [Mark] Du du du [Trina] Back dis ass up [Mark] Du du du [Trina] Back dis ass up [Mark
out erra Of course we're about to stir up Some shit ?? Mix water with syrup It's the mr. picked on Christopher Reeves Just for no reason other than the
feat. Alias Yuh si mi rolling in my Benz Making mad money with my friends Rolling in some phat 4-runners and BM's Depends...it's all about more Benjamins
Put your program in and open a new file You shoulda took your record advance and bought a style We the only crew that came original while a lot of other
in the dark Blood spill stain on the street, that's how niggaz be leavin they mark Fuckin with diplomats who love Bailey's Monopolize and quickly get other money
of Marco Polo Dart flyin through the air to mark your polo Haters try to tell me they don't heart my logo Others love it so they hug it with their heart
to Yeah, you that motherfucker that betrayed your homeboys and you ain’t Shit Yeah, you about to get your motherfucking ghetto pass revoked, Motherfucker Punk-ass mark
fam thats there when I need'em [Mark Curry] Yo, uh uh uh, hello It gotta be the same cats I can tell by they strange acts When they mumble to each other
with On the up and up that's that real crab shit Poppin mad shit on that mix tape shit But when it's time to face a heat, you on that other type shit
spirit so head for the water And dive into the wrath of my madness (Latifah does a rasta chorus) Some MC's have gold and African vein And useing each other
in the dark Blood spill stain on the street, that's how niggaz be leavin they mark Fuckin' with diplomats who love Bailey's Monopolize and quickly get other money
the one that's gonna fall on no hoe trap Ease back bitch, before you need all your teeth back.. .. I ain't no fuckin mark Made all my money workin bowcutters
, something gonna stick, believe that F-ck these other bitches, don't trip You've been working too hard, tell em n-ggas cut the check Goin pick up all this money
, let's keep it real I got the documents to prove that you's a snitching ass nigga Trying to hide behind your music You hit the highway, got money the
hu, lets keep it real, I got the documents to prove you?s a snitching ass nigga. Trying to hide behind your music, you hit the High way got money the
get on the stand I just go get Johnny B the right-hand man And watch 'em jet, when the Akshun takes a stand I'm on the set in other words, I'm in effect
love y'all like y'all love me But if y'all know what we talkin? bout Fizz holla at ya boy For the first three years, we was on coat fax No deals, no money
What happened to that other rapper Y'all used to fuck with? Man, we ain't fucking with that fake motherfucker MC Uh, whatever that motherfucker name
