Lyrics:
peeping out the few coming outta the back do'
Hang, on the darkside ride,
Pick up your tec and let fly, why?
I, die, by all ah my, unremorsefullest times
goes by and I begin to grow
Not in height but juice and cash flow
I pick up my feet and begin to watch TV
'Cause now I got other people working for me
bedroom had a bedroom, my wrist be dancin'
The flyest that's livin'
We live and die by the kitchen
Choppin' on dishes, rack the puff in
Ambition bitch we
on the daily
You know I’m out my mind so I stay medicated (I’m medicated)
The goal is to get Doe the goal is to be the greatest
Cash money is the focus so I’m
I heard you owe me money
Heard you owe me money bitch
I heard you owe me money
I heard you owe me money bitch
Glock nine all on me
Cause now she owe
Overdosed wit' a TEC-9
(Tech-9) , no Pun intended
Now let's get personal
Ya youngest son Shane? He got molested
And ya brother did it
Shut up nigga! Yes he
change
When you're gone (Shit ain't changed 'cause!)
We still be crippin'
And makin' cash money
Steady dippin'
*DJ QUIK:
Scratchin': "the underground
[Chorus: Krayzie & (Layzie)]
Them callin' me Mr. Bill Collector,
Needin' me money, no ease up tonight,
(See niggas can't stand us, so they label
that's
Surrounded by smoke
In a trailer in the middle of hell
Nobody know it's the junkyard hannibal lec
Snatch the first grabbable tec
And look for any
niggaz'll sit that thang on them switches
Them by 9's be tickin' you broke the rear view mirrors
But that's the 415 shit I run with the 412
I gotta 'llac
up on the block
To smoke with my partners, outta Red Dog,
You got me some . Got some.
Niggas is trippin' on your niggas, spendin' cash, money
moving like a fucking missile
Yo, I'm Michael Myers with a TEC-9
That's for anyone who tests mine
Fuck around and you get flatlined
Two bitches, same time
what else could it mean? Ha
I rush A like T side
CT getting deepfried
Got an AK and a Tec-9
And the audience looking wide-eyed
Pushing in, now we’re
disciple
And a bad bitch magnet
Flow auto trapping
Tec 9 my illest matic
It was written im that nigga
To cause static
Gods son with a pack
A price
pot of gold with this $3,000,000 purse
Rebel INS, U-God, Street Life
Get the loot, get the loot
Cash money y'all, cash money y'all, cash money y'all
Rebel INS, you-God, Street Life
Get the loot, get the loot
Cash money y'all, cash money y'all, cash money y'all
den Tatort entdecken
Kille Rap, in den Adern Adrenalin
Zieh' die TEC wie 'ne Nase Amphetamin
Dämonenblut in meinen Venen, komm' aus der Hölle
Wie
better be glad that we didn't tec em
Fuck that lil nigga
I bet we gon bless him
Gave you my heart
But you gave it back
I gave it to money it's not coming
(Ride) Young Money, Cash Money
(Woo) C'mon Akon, let's go
We bustin' out of your speaker (get it)
Ready to go off any minute so you feel it (bah,
Hustle like I'm dead broke
Bullshit got my head hurt
Tec-9 in my pants leg
I'm limpin' harder than Fred Durst
I just wanna tie you to the bed and give you
my cash it's cuz I'm known to stack them bands
Use my people money to enhance your own wealth that ain't G
Using funds to build ya self up and that's
been this livin' hell
For the thug life up on the street
And to the prison cell
Unlawful use is what
They caught me with a Tec-9
An do they got
Talkin' cash money shit
A hunnid Ps, ten keys (Maxo, Maxo)
Talkin' cash money bricks (Maxo, ok)
I ain't gotta use my pipe 'cause I could slap you like
kill ya, I'll chop ya up
Put ya inside the mattress like drug money nigga
Yeah, I done told you niggas
Nine or ten times stop fucking with me
I
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