C and C Mac take tha money 'n run [CJ Mac] We gettin' close, hot as fuck burnin' up in his drive two pace, mirror checkin' doin' sixty-five I seen the
the Bad half You know how a thug in this shit'll end up Spit a round, lift your chin up, you get hit, ten down and ten up (what?) I take it if you run
rep Georgia but sound like thirty fours '86 SS and it's on eights Swerving down the 'Crest, smoking on grapes Five whole chickens got Juice straight Ten
[My pain?] It runs deep Share it with me! [Verse 1: 2Pac:] They'll never take me alive I'm gettin' high with my four-five Cocked on these suckas, time
his homie didn't tell So he f-cking bitches while he sitting lonely in a cell Thinking well, what the hell I been on They gave a nigga five then they threw another ten
these choppers here Hated on these choppers here Hated on the hood now because this how much the chopper shoot Balling is my hobby, got a hundred going shopping Got a five
[Chorus - Schife] Spent thirty in the mall Going loco with the cake Five cars sitting tall Going loco with the cake Ten on some Cali' bud Going loco with
out here [S.G.] Request permission to put The Mission in action Affirmative Black Sheep Five, that's a green light You can set it when you're ready [S.G.] Ten
motherfuckin' point of this Crunk Juice shit. (What?!) But we done got to the last motherfuckin' song niggaz (Last shit niggaz!) And I got five of the
in the louis not the latest machine ! x3 Verse 3 : Copped ten sold five then I hide three Baking soda residue I'm gone with the other two Copped ten sold five
The echo chamber enhance the flow with the block party Keep an MC head spinnin' like Dark Bacardi, this BAC is 2.3 Now the liver's damaged, but his lungs
'fore she get off I run the city just pull up and drop the kid off welcome to organised crime money got me excited, I'm coming four or five times the
Oh oh I'm trapped like a ??? I can't get out Can't you see I'm trapped Can't you see I'm so confused I can't get out [Verse 2] Now your wondering lost
graveyard seein' people Hail Mary I ain't chillin til' I'm out parachutin' Race my man in mountain climbin' for about ten diamonds Twenty five thousand
*singers come in over this last line* I don't know what, they want from me It's like the more money we come across The more problems we see (repeat 2
first car was a 190 Benz with Louie Vaton seats Buyin' out the bar at the rooftop I had a few spots, one called the jukebox Where I was gettin' like 50 a brick 2
fully made Retire from the game, and still get fully paid Yeah It's the Dope House prophet Thirty-five and forty-five in the state, keep it poppin' Boy
Than eighty-eight cowboys ridin' on horse back Top that! the Mexicans all that Strike like a snake and attack like a bobcat [Verse 2: Baby Bash] Hoe