Brooklyn, this is the set-off Kay Sleezy, take it to the streets nigga Word up, Sauce Money, uh, uh Proper set-off Don't get it fucked up 'cause Sauce
scare somebody with a gun threat When they're high off of drugs they haven't even done yet So bring the money by tonight 'Cause your wife says this is
blow junkie Blacksmith people never go hungry Rappers flow so crummy I get the sisters and the snow bunnies buyin' up the tickets Give us your money Oh for sure money
t a part of a lie to keep a brother subservient And that the whole world need the word "Amen" Got troops overseas gettin murdered for free If you buy
I had to mash How, I would act if every day was maybe my last How if every day I worried 'bout my family in this I'd be murdered on these street in a
You fuck around and be a enemy of the state, black Ill, but that'd be too real for TV It's crazy when you too real to be free If you ain't got no paper then steal this
and get hit with new indictments Talkin' about old connects and new prices Stress'll take a young n****, give him an old face Or stress'll take a dumb
a paper at the newsstand Walk by me, scream out, "somebody help this man" Not even life insurance helpin your fam, I'm takin that I'm from Yonkers motherfucker, where the murderers at Murderous
(Sheek ad libbing) [Sheek] Now you can quote me on this I bust my gun Also quote me on this I handle my biz I knew it was my house when Run was sayin
my hearin' In this day and age, my rap is like the plague I married this shit, y'all niggaz still engaged Turn blowouts to 360 waves How this 12 gauge
this ***? I ain't say her name yet, so let's say she nothin' Now watch me turn this nothin' into somethin', get it? Mami, get in that kitchen, this is free
bullet proof vest nigga Cause its gonna be a long one Now me and Quik gonna tell you niggas How its like on this side The real side Now on this ride
on my records If you at my shows, y'all don't no I'm about to become boss and take control It started on the slave shift If field niggas would eventually take
and tuck it This life Can make a nigga murder for nothin' This life For the money have you fakin' and frontin' This life Can make a nigga take a deal
fuck' 'em what they got to say? Just throw yo' middles up, and let the hoes know where they stand, This shit ain't 'bout no money, bitch, this shit is
quick to put the mask on Then they gotta put the mash on, steady bustin' at each other I take a tool and bust my strap and scream out, "Free my brother
magazines Or watch me on the TV screen If you ever tryin' to take for me That's gon' be the last day you breath Nobody here rides for free You fuckin'