Against the Grain

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Sauce Money

Todd Gaither, also known as Sauce Money, is a rapper who worked with Jay-Z in his early career and was featured on Big Daddy Kane's album Daddy's Home on the track "Show N' Prove" alongside Scoob Lover, Shyheim, Jay-Z, and Ol' Dirty Bastard He was featured on Jay-Z's debut, Reasonable Doubt, on the DJ Premier-produced "Bring it On", on In My Lifetime, Vol. 1, on the track "Face Off", and on Jay Z's third album, Vol. 2... Hard Knock Life, on the track "Reservoir Dogs" with The LOX and Beanie Sigel. Gaither is credited as a co-writer for Puff Daddy's single "I'll Be Missing You". He released his debut album, Middle Finger U, on Priority Records and EMI in 2000. The album featured two guest spots: one from Jay-Z ("Pregame") and Puff Daddy ("Do You See"); it also… more »


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1997
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Watch out for your friends 
Ayo ayo you you you got that thing for me huh? 
You thought I was layin'? no no I ain't layin' I'm takin' 
You don't understand? You confused? 
How bout if I stuff your fuckin' head through that window 
That would unconfuse you right? 
Thought I was layin' give me the fuckin' money come on 

I'm blamin' lame ass rappers frontin for famin' 
I should open up a casino for all the games you playin' 
I'm sayin', everyday in a different namin' 
Plus they homos now, big black niggas flamin' 
We stressin', that you don't be stressi'n us 
And if you GS and GS than don't be B.S'n us 
Just be B.S'n logically 
Not like that we be guessin' 
Because the truth need no modesty 
Cristal to spring water, Bacardi whateva 
What it is, is what it is 
We can party together 
You know how the game goes 
Whenever your name grows 
But still love is love fuckin' the same hoes 
Against the grain goes the souped up rapper 
He spittin' venom 
So now we gotta get wit him 
And do the ten thing 
Frightenin', while his men cling 
Then watch blood extract out his ass like ginseng 
It all ends with, all of his mens hit 
And now our future friends shit 
Strictly forensic 
But that's the life we livin' 
Drivin', that's how we driven 
Strivin, you must be robin 
'Cause I ain't given 
Shoot ya guns 

[Chorus]
Now when we bless this with precise shit 
That we suffice with 
We keep your mentals lit 
Now when we bless this 

I see ya overly concernin' 
Ya insides burnin' 
Mad at the fact Sauce is earin' 
With more niggas than Mark Furman 
Ya never learnin, never been so determined 
Not to be concerned with ya sermon 
Wheels of fortune still turnin' 
Still street caviar remains untouched 
For Sauce Money cheeseburger deluxe 
Screamin' what the ******(crooks?) feenin' 
Dough we rake off 
While you hailin' cabs 
We, taxi for take off 
Fake crews and units is dubbin 
Get ya whole clan wiped out, no scrubbin' 
For the decription givin, chapstick flappin' 
Pistol whipin', nigga rappin' 
Sell arms to keep 'em clappin' 
Gung ho chicks spueeze for me 
Crazy g's for me, to see cheese come easily for me 
In the same arenas 
Ain't gotta state his name, you seen us 
Sippin' on Bay Breeze's 
Now we higher than Venus 
Comparin' thumbs, tryin' to see who's the greenest 
High strung 
No relief pitcher off my tongue 
Ace of the staff, Sauce back to back Cy Young 

[Chorus: x4]

In the club lit 
Listen to all my niggas hit 
Bitches love me for this disrespectful shit 
F*ck em, the only thing I'm with is large amounts, 
Clear 
Money the only thing that counts here 
By any means like Malcolm 
X marks the spot you know the outcome 
Income, never outdone 
Rap star, hit the stage dipped in tar 
Other crews muerto 
Can't f*ck with this concerto 
Too fecicous 
So I drop new releases 
Till your crew deceases 
Screw your pieces, f*ck you thesis 
F*ck your speeches, and f*ck your beef 
'Cause when my crew aim, do more than brush ya teeth 
It'll split your shit, when it hit your shit 
If you don't want yo' shit hit 
Don't forget yo' shit 
We don't spar 
We aimin' all niggas to Allah 
When its spent 
And to the nazarine if ya 85 percent 
Do what I gotta 
Straight shot of Jack 
Ameretta, colada for my bitch in the back 
Never bluffin' 
Never rap for nothin' 
Rap flow, don't love it 
Sincerely yours 
Sause motherfucka

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Written by: TODD ERIC GAITHER, CHRISTOPHER E MARTIN

Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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