niggas on it y'all know how to keep a secret When I get money you know I like to keep it How I get money niggas you try to peep it Flipmode be niggas
at club med Ya say you like this record,you think it's fun? Party people get stupid we just begun!!! (break) You're get,get,gettin' real stupid As the beat hits your body get
Kill all the jokes and chuckles let's all get together My fam stay thick together Trick off and lick off together No matter the weather Lets ease on down
, Miami, Detroit, I get much props Because I roll with the hardcore G Every street's the same street to me I don't bullshit, I don't quit writin' a rhyme
that bust Niggas that ride, niggas that'll kill for this side Down to get down with the three-o-to-four pound Down to get down with the three-o-to-four
't give a fuck what you do Bust him in his motherfuckin' head If he got any money, take it If there is money there, rob the motherfuckin' joint As far as moms bust
melt My fam stay thick together Kill all the jokes and chuckles - let's all get together Trick off and lick off together No matter the weather Lets ease on down
your ass can say "Ho" I'm like a time bomb but I'm a rhyme bomb Spray the whole audience with napalm Or something just as hot, I'll bust a rhyme, why
Ice muthafuckin' T And I've been listenin' to a lotta DJ's Get on the mike and tryin' to get busy You know what I'm sayin'? But can't no DJ get rap
don't give a fuck 'cause I rhyme tough Drop science, still bust the ill stuff So now it's time for crime and the rhyme is mine Track the movement hide
walkin' They slow down, turn around and ask was that Ice ? Then they see me cold countin' my cashi Rhyme pays ----!! Verse 2: Moves must be busted
rhyme smooth And on T.V. act nice Saw,that's what you shouldn't have said Now I'm so mad I'm busting veins in my forehead You want to get off,come on
The seventh baby... [Chorus:] I represent from LA All the way to (NY NY) And when I get down I get down here in LA All the way to (NY NY) And when
? Yo it's their problem, Griff shouldn'ta said it E where's my pistol? Yo I'll go get it 'Cause it's time for me to enforce some discipline Are you down
Rhyme spree You say you wanna be down, you gotta talk to me You wanna get in? Put a sucker's head out Sound a little hot for you, boy? Then, toy, get
want me to talk about How I nutted early, 'cause I ejaculated prematurely And bust all over your belly and you almost started hurling And said I was gross, go get
a shit about lyrics All they wanna hear is a beat and that's it Long as they can go to the club and get blitz Pick up some chicks and get some digits
the balls and your shorts To leave them jaws on the floor with no remorse Remember that when they get to doggin' your boy homie So y'all can just get