dawg niggas [mac] Now everybody wanna be a tank dawg nigga, cus them tank dawg niggas get Paid Don't nobody wanna be a tank dawg hater, cus them tank dawg haters get
homies from way back, who dream of gettin' paid Then finally get paid with the amount of 80 G's 6:30 layin' in cut, prepare to get ready Me and Ty grew
shit, you niggaz is broke as fuck Smokin' weed smokin' woolies while I smoke your luck And while your flow needs, medical aid I just appear on niggaz shit and I still get paid
light em up, light em up Get em up, hit em up, light em up, light em up Get em up, hit em up, light em up, light em up [c-murder] I hit em up, you lit
doja Cause cowards despise, soldiers we ride Killers with attitudes but ready to die 'Cause chickens get plucked, hoes get fucked Turkeys get stuck and niggaz get
All Means Nessesary To Get Paid (Out Of My Way Out Of My Way) Rather Be Dead Then Broke What I Say (Out Of My Way Out Of My Way) Get Your Ass Up Out
swordsman So let RaZAh rip across your face, you're frosting [Raekwon the Chef] Push this s--t out like nine months Rock Swahali and suede fronts, get paid from n
yeh) [Chorus] [Goldie Loc] C.. R.. I.. P.. cause that's all we G I'm from Rollin', 20, Gangsta Crip and I'ma tell you how the shit gon' C (gon' C)
way now, that foolishness I'm tellin you yo crew could get hit wit dem tools and clips Fuck who you get, you and that fool you wit, gone get yo wig split
Hey C-Murder, who you who you hang with? Say Lil' Kevin boy, you know I'm still makin' moves with thugs Part two nigga, ha ha all dem thugs get 'em up
win Sex, money, murder, take the safety off my sins, yeah Money make the world go ?round, you better get it Money cause hatred as soon as you get it
p-c-p And I ain't lie till I die d-p-g-c and I stay Chorus x 2 1/2 (snoop dogg) You murderer,you murderer Chorus Murderer Repeat x 3 Outro:(daz)
*C Murder* Down South huster slangin on dat corner stackin dividends fuckin over fiends cause my ghat is my only friend and won't hesitate to use my
m gone nigga Cause I'm a soldier No Limit finest Mouth full of gold teeth and diamonds Uhh - uhh Hit 'em up nigga Get 'em get 'em get 'em Miss me, I'ma
let RaZAh rip across your face, you're frosting Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef Push this s--t out like nine months Rock Swahali and suede fronts, get paid from n
C Not for real though I'll just try to say sumthin like shawty said (c'mon) Some some some I murdo Some I let gooo Some some some I some I murder Soooo
caught in the cross bustin Chorus Outro Shit is real, all my young brothas East the West coast, Los Angelese, N.Y.C. Much respect to nigga Tony Alfred
I said IM TRIGGA TREY She said IM WORKIN WORKIN BABY WHEN IM WORKIN I GET PAID (what?) Plus i got this tooly goons learkin every day So dont get foolish