[Intro:]
Dre, ni**as think we`re bulls**ttin`! [gun c**ks]
Yeah!
Yeeaaaah!

[Chorus:]
Ni**a try me son, he best have the heat on him!
Want my eyes closed, get to moppin` the street with him!
Well I put your body in a baaaaag!
Front on me, I`m on ya aaaaass!
I bring money to my ni**as, that bring death to my enemies! [police sirens]
I bring money to my ni**as, that bring death to my enemies! [police sirens]

[Verse 1:]
Ni**a front on me, the goons and goblins come out
Wishmaster hundred shot drums`ll run out!
They dumb out, you heard of me
They call me big homie!
Me I make the register ring! - I`m the cash can!
They make the hammers ring! - They on ya ass now!
Hair trigger, stare ni**a, yeah ni**as`ll flip!
Six?, let it off at your will
Here I is, where the money is, I still get biz!
D`s know about the beef! - You gon` still get did!
It be your tombstone and your f**kin` grave they dig!
Have that ass in the precinct tryna talk to the pigs
I`m like Damien ni**a! - When I start gettin` loose on ya!
Closest thing to Lucifer, you think you got a noose on ya!
I make it hard to breathe!
I come with your hustle, air it out! - Make it hard to eat!
Have you lookin` both ways
Like you crossin` the street!

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[Verse 2:]
Yeah! - Ni**as send me the wrong message, we gon` f**king kill the messenger
Your whole clique! - Hollowtips`ll tear up the best of ya!
This ain`t the "Carter" ni**a, THIS IS SPARTA!
IT`S HARDER! I DIE AND BE A MARTYR, RESPECT ME LIKE YOUR FATHER!
Let off a clip or let a case off
I have your pussy ass runnin` like a race horse!
Follow orders now! - Yay` shoot his "Face Off"
You can have one, blast one, it`s mad fun!
See how when you listen to me all of the cash gone
I was born with the Tec! - It`s a birth defect!
I was concieved in the bins, ended up in a Benz
This is what happens when have nots turn into sasquatch!
Let the gat pop, boogie down on the back blocks
It`s horrific! - Nah it`s terrific!
I got it if you sniff it, go head ni**a twist it
Get lifted!
Goddamn I`m gifted!

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[Verse 3:]
Yeah! - I tell `em ride on `em! - Then they ride on `em!
Get the line on `em and squeeze the .9 on `em!
Head shot, .40-Glock blow his mind on him
They say ain`t not a jooks, leave the shines on `em;
Now you can watch me! - Ni**a like the police watch me!
I move proper! - Go ahead catch a shell tryna stop me!
That 4-30 Spider, carbon fibre
And my dog is like al qaeda natural fighter!
Rapid fire, you`re sweet like apple cider,
The Mack`ll fire, mask like Michael Myers!
It`s off the wire! - When I get on my bulls**t
No smiles, no laughs, you gets no pass!
You can explain to my ni**as while they whoop yo` ass
My hands itch when the money comes, it`s hard to explain it!
Last time I itched like this, a truckload came in
Get money, get bread, that`s what I do kid!

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