in the sky And all the crooks rob the place outside I'm so hype, I tkae your life, betta have my doe right Fuck my life, I don't need no mic! The new
s the I-N-C nigga, it's murder, M-I-B nigga, Murder Inc. Bosses, motherfuckers, Ja Rule, haha Ay yo Buck, turn this shit up in my motherfuckin headphones
good to these bad hoes Like my bush wet and undry like damp clothes What y'all niggaz don't know, it's eazy, to pimp a hoe Bitches betta have my, money
pretend Pick up my pen, in my hand One of my trusted friend friend, hey Open it let's see if we're real, we all suited Beg my pardon to Martin Baby we
to these bad hoes Like my bush wet and undry like damp clothes What y'all niggaz don't know, it's eazy, to pimp a hoe Bitches betta have my, money fo'
Gotta be up to par You gutta bitch You betta not get me caught You my gutta bitch who im with when im in shit you my other bitch when my other bitch
that hash Can't have my cash, better go and take your nigga stash Cuz he's a busta, niggaz with clusters Slippin in shit, betta jack that nigga 'fore I jack his ass bitch
Some ah y'all niggas really can't fight Betta get it together getta act right Cause when you fuck wid Bone Betta come wid somethin' betta have you shit
put it on ya Leave you in a feild in califonia Nigga make money, get money, big money Casue when a motha fucka broke ain't shit funny Betta believe Cash rule
and make ya own moves. I make my own moves so I set my own place I got my own rules double-dash is the name I do my own thing like the president does
hell the high exalted yo my mother fucking name is Fredro Starr you know what I'm saying? I'm up here with my man Sonee the money the muther fucking
pretend Pick up my gun, in my hand One of my trusted friend friend, hey Open it let's see if we're real, we all suited Beg my pardon to Martin Baby we
the market it's a heist 60 G's a piece its big money on the street gotta have it Whenever I bone gotta make it better Whether I'm rich or broke my eye