[Featuring Ynot] Intro whispering: Let's talk about money Get money Common Sense want the money Let's talk about money. Common Sense: I... be...
horror's no morals Raised in the wrong era, with no guidance So you dyin'? It's no problem, no lyin' Drag's fire, so ya hamburger beef? I french-fry 'em To drag
the tints on the president's car I know niggas don't like me and my friends wanna flip That's why I'm on some extra all about Sheek shit Your money,
or the cream Or else, your life is on the shelf, we mean this Frank Them cats we fuckin with put bombs in your mom's gas tank Let's get this money baby
pop mine nigga Ruff Ryder nigga, carry the pound Get engaged with these bullets, then marry the ground Drag dash on the fire is real We don't talk about
tough You claim to talk the talk, you claim to walk the walk If that's true then my body shoulda been outlined in chalk but it's not (That's bullshit)
Everybody knows I got this in a smash Yeah, you know I got this in a smash (So what's up, what's up?) Well, it's the F A T, Gang S T E R Living like
bullet in your dome And to those hillbillies listening down south Talk shit about the city with my nuts in your wife's mouth And keep stringing on your
saying Sweat is on my forehead ''cause my brain's inside decaying And this bitch that I love prob'ly don't have no Idea She's talking to her friends I
't get drunk on my kiss If you think you can do better than this Then I guess, we're done, let's not drag this on Consider me gone With you I've always
. Uh we know who you are. And I'm a star in a movie, that's my projectory here, and the music's already down so. Well let's try and keep it that way.
's the graveyard chamber In the streets of New York bullshit walk, green talks I be the giant on the top of your beanstalk Waving down your flags, jagged
's greater than you Well, it's that chuck wearin' still sportin' a Beanie The shadiest nigga in the click who want to see me as I slide My locs on let
freaky niggaz, with the 'fedi Let's get buck up in the club And all my soldiers, fall out, gangstas, mob up All the homeys on the block Anny up on the fin and let's
, what up? It's bad for me on some nuttin' ass hoes keep harassing me On how I do? It don't pertain to you, so bitch, stop asking me Now pardon me on
From this zero zero's apostrophe is affiliated Shake a studio lyricist I'm real with this Talk the talk, walk the walk Dis me on wax and I'm taking off
me I said "Excuse me", then he replied in tones as if he talked about me not to me, He said: "Welcome to the Sentinel, I hope your stay here's perpetual
is what I'm making, Shouts to everyone I met on tour, It's our hip hop ladies and gentlemen let's keep it pure, So here's another LP from the Hoods to