[Intro] Ay count that money for me partner Ay Ross make sure that nigga got that shit right, ya hear me? Ay, let a motherfucker go ding, that's a 150
walk for miles The customs man is waitin' there Immigration cause delay You wonder if you'll ever play. Limousine is standin' by We get inside and drive a while F
for you to disprove You two under tube, go set up the mood While I move to the beat and tap on the grooves It's the F-A-R E-A-S-T- M-O-V-E-M-E-N-T I
what you came here for Chorus set off dis party, heres how it ought to be u and me get down on tha floor while u shakin that thang wit tha beat down low
cons and devils with breasts I mean does everything happen for a reason? The change of seasons Even the slugs screamin' to stop you from breathin' It seems we're all a
questions, when they catch you in a gunfight Kaboom! We still mash as a team As we mash for our dreams Actin' hood niggas for green It's Dillinger, forfillin', makin' a low
Dogg] To be a high roller, you need a pistola And about a half a key of some Coca-Cola Now that I got older, I got a little colder And I don't trip to
come wid a different some-thang Comin out de ghetto tings are wild like pure 'ell Nuff man get ? in my firebomb sale Some a sell coke but the music we a
the earth like a memory?Whats dude name? [echo?s out] And naw I aint a killa,But I?ll stank a motha f**ka while im hooded if he pull it./Make a nigga
thing left now is God for these cats And BIG you know you too hard for these cats I'ma win cause I'm too smart for these cats While they makin up facts
Money so long truckin hard and my bass so strong rides fly high music so clear my chain hang low and my diamonds so clear got a 1972 monte carlo and a
double park shit We eatin at the top get a spoon and a fork lift I got raps wrapped up like a gift And id be over if it was a spliff ?I'm feelin like
on a train! YouknowhatI'msayin? Try that shit on a fuckin train What kind of shit, youknowhatI'msayin? Got a thousand niggaz write for him, let ME write for
all about the Benjamins, what? I get a fifty pound bag of ooh for the mutts Five carats on my hands wit the cuts And swim in European figures Fuck bein a
far 'n near f' news that they can hardly wait to hear They're nearly starved 'cause they're waitin' for food for the soul, yeah Starved 'cause they'
A lota cats be buyin lotery tickets, Somebody offer u a meal, You probably wit it, Cut ya finger off, Suck a cock, Pose in a magazine, Get some life
of a serpent Cathedral Draws from Milan Around a golden-arc steeple For days Givin' praise To the people Caught up in a circle for the trance We ....
gonna just stay out their motha f&%$#! way view Dippin in an outta town Gotta get a hundred thou Even if it's just for a setta I been blessed by kings
