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

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