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Cash Money Young Money motherfuck the other side They can fuck with us if they want I bring 'em homicide Word to my momma I'm gonna continue bombin Til they gettin out the game it's like comin out of a coma I'm tryin... but I'm normal when this rap shit get borin All I ask is that you pray for me (Please) And the beat keep cryin and I'mma keep beatin her Fee I'm fuckin her I'm deep in her sleep in her And what happens when the reaper come (huh?) I'm just hopin that he sends that elevator up I made enough I ain't meant shit So while I'm here I'mma take that and take this (nigga!) Breakfast yes let's eat wipe ya mouth when ya finished Then hunt for the lunch and dinner no beginner To the criminal activity fuck with them they rushin in Like Seminoles Indians no bow and arrows Harold Just leaners Cheena just choppers Robert Carter II tell me how is you gon stop a riot I lock and seal it up the best I could feel it (yeah!) I'm in the lead I can pop a wheelie (got em!) Not for rookies late bloomers stay in the womb (GO!) I'm here muhfucker make room... BOOM! Young Tune the big kahuna It's my ocean baby y'all niggaz is tuna Better now than sooner junior Fly around ya city try and take another tune ya I ain't goin nowhere special I won't never leave Shit I'm already a legend if I ever leave Game get rid of me? Not little me Man I got 'em I'mma get 'em B (I got 'em B) I'm hungry like I didn't eat I want it like I didn't see a mill before seventeen What the fuck you niggaz tellin me? You pups can't keep up with the pedigree Catch me where the weather be somewhere in the seventies Call myself settling palm trees Promethezine but whats new? Sometimes I can't cut through that rough loop Get fucked so many times til it's fuck you (fuck em!) So how you wan' do it baby we can get it All you gotta do is say it and I'm wit it Money and murder you my nigga my jelly preserver I'mma ride baby til the judge give me a verdict yeah Hear me or heard me I get it and serve it Cuz everytime I did it I hit it and hurt it yeah Now I kill it the mission accomplished The niggaz abolished the bitches astonished Then they pay homage when did they find it but Now that they know it's a must I remind 'em so They don't forget it I underline it and I'm in the sky when the thunder's cryin young'n I been through all that I done done what you sayin I put it down when the others was playin When the jungle was open I rolled in with the riders Stole food from the bears and bought it back to the lions Quote unquote with the eighth I'm a gorilla but lighter Wit the eye of a tiger the heart of a fighter yeah Start 'em ignite 'em I walk through fire Watch the flames start multiplyin whoo! yeah Alter a nigga nina talk to a nigga Take a chunk outcha body like a shark bit a nigga I'm awkward like Cartwright fuck wit a nigga Shot ugly but my arch right come on dog bark bite Fork in the road I'm always goin right Nowadays knowin life ain't no more road lights We can't see but we gon make it to the finish line It's right there the goal line right behind the scrimmage line Touchdown check the scoreboard gimme mines Semi 9 fit me fine hit a nigga twenty times Damn then one more to the face (BOW!) just So they close the casket like I pay to close the case I'm made straight mafia shit front line Top rank ready to die for my shit and the obvious shit If I talk about my robbery they prolly get rich So fuck 'em I'mma let 'em sit And I ain't duckin cuz I'm right here I'm just enough I don't care who at the top of the stairs I'm steppin up See you fuckin up the money baby that ain't good business You startin to look like a witness and this is For the gangstas and the bitches the hustlers and the hoes Crossover whatever mainstream know Cuz Wayne thinks silent Wayne'll never fold You heard it right here if the game was ever told Lift up ya toes and look under a rug Trust me there's history under all that dust So deep down in the dirty there lies us (who?) Yeah Cash Money Records and I'm still up front Stunna pop a bottle baby peel us a blunt Lets eat and talk about all them niggaz we cut What? You know what? Lets not fuck up our lunch Thats real shit if you ever seen such Chuch
Tha Mobb nigga
Compositor:Publicado em 2005ECAD verificado fonograma #1989764 em 20/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM