Lyrics:
Sarajevo
But I make sure their albums make a peso
Dashie's getting slammed by snow
6 inches on the western portion, it'll blow
If I were a Monstercat artist,
MANN WE PADED UP BY THE OOMP CAMP ITS GOING DOWN AND IF YOU DON'T GIVA A fuck IN DIS MUTHA~F**KA PUT YO MIDDLE FINGERS UP YOU'N GIVE A fuck BOUT DAT OTHA
to creep through these halls and brawls
Without scarred by a revolve
With no warning signs, cause yo, my man took 5
Now I'm the young one with the 9 ready
Yo, Thug Brothers
Deeper than blood, my peoples is bugged
We keep two and slugs, under deep in the clubs
Yo Thug Brothers
Big N.O.R.E. and Pun,
I think you need help
How many time on one album can you say you're def?
"I'm bad." Yo punk, save your breath
That's weak shit from a weak mind
wartość i wadę trzymaj sztamę z sąsiadem
Teraz przerwa na skrecz yo nie przerwa na reklamę
Należy się zmieniać by jakim jest się pozostać
Aby zostać trzeba
could take over Gotti
Poo by the poo while you just another hottie
Niggas roll bricks that'll stay if it's notty
Chorus
For the love of money (dollar
hang it up
Go somewhere and hang up some 50 posters, PUNK
You speak too late, y'all prolly gon' go up to them awards
and get yo' ass whooped by B2K
I
indie records show up in a W-E-A box?
By saying your independent, you belittle the whole movement
Real emcee's work hard, ain't got investors to put out
that ain't sharp
Wig-splitters that'll comb yo' natural, on my squad
Fuckin' 'em up like that mayne, you know, my pants saggin'
Look like I done
that, this shit is my Last Memories
I can never stop until the gas is left on E
So let it be, I'll keep building out my Foundation
And keep on Hustlin
scare you, I can tell 'cause your shivering
Lyrics label wit an X and not a G
I say fuck the police, yo, so now they after me
I'm wanted by the law so
a secret, don’t be with allat extra (with allat bs)
Meanwhile I’m by my compressor, thinking bout you yo’ head game some pressure
I think we look good
yo album done came and gone and you stupid ass still waitin
stackin paper off my work
Them no good son of a bitches got me livin for concerts
I
without a cable
Or a Cuban Link and (Yo, Lincoln wasn't Cuban!)
So I still produce Def Jams like my name was Ricky Rubin
M-A-S-T-E-R and this ain't
I'm hustlin' in the streets that's just who I be
Yo, I live for the dough, for the flow, for feelin' free
Ain't too many other dudes you can choose
mutha fucka
9-Scrillion, bout ta make a million bucks (E-40!, E-40 man!)
Ya Capable (B-Legit!)
Eh, here ye here ye (B-Legit!)
All the pimps, playas
bankroll Yo Gotti
Hope these opps don't get out they body
My whole life I been a son of a gun, that's why I gotta keep a gun in my pocket
Know what I'm
the E-R-I-C-K, yes the Boy Wonder
No fouls no bleeps no bloops or no blunders
So hot, so you can say I'm blazin'
Or Luther Vandross says, yo I am
"So amazing,
the pudding (yo check the Billboard)
People round town talkin' this and that
Of how we sound like the R, and our music was wack
Dropped the album Strictly
Now niggaz drink brew, guzzle Lucefer stew
Young E, only eleven, got a three-fifty-seven
And said he sold drugs by day 'cause havin cream was
could take over Gotti
Poo by the poo while you just another hottie
Niggas roll bricks that'll stay if it's notty
Chorus
For the love of money (dollar
INTRO
98
Yeah SHAWN E
Yo I had to do this shit
I had to it my own way
Only the real ones by my side
IRIS
HOOK
Day by day chasin’ that money
Just do it, do it, do it
Do it, do it, do it
Smokin doja in the south central streets keep me noid
'Til I puff bomb E.T. Just to fill the void
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