Uuh
Uh uuh uuh
Uh uh
Uuh
Yeah
There`s a lot of money over here
(Ha ha ha)
Ha ha ha
(Ha ha ha)
Uuh
Uuh uuh uuh
That`s word to Brooklyn
(Yeah)

I`m back
I don`t know what the f**k is wrong with these ni**a`s man
Maybe `cause I`m eatin` and these bastards fiend for my grub
(Ooh)
I carry pumps like I serve gasoline to these scrubs
Have you seen my Aston leanin` on dubs
(Ooh)
And they can`t afford chrome so they puttin` vasoline on they hubs
(Ha ha )
I`m lookin` for a girl with a ass like Tina to rub
Take home and let her watch the plasma screen in the tub
(Ooh)
These ni**as hate I`m movin` so much cash and cream in the club
(Yeah)
And don`t pass my green on my bub
(All right)
But I`m a fly ni**a that don`t do much to pull her and dick her
(Aha)
Everyday I`m poppin` a tab and pullin` a sticker
(Uhh)
Everyday I`m switchin` the tags and pullin` up sicker
(Yea)
Every K I`m loadin` the mags with bullets to flicker
(Brrr brrr)
And I ain`t hesitatin` homie I`m pullin` it quicker
(Brrr brrr)
So you can act tough after a few pulls on some liquor
(Uhh)
You gotta pull it on ni**a`s
(Uhh)
And they won`t be goin` nowhere for a while
(Uhh)
They might as well pull out a snicker
You could give

Forgive me father for I have sinned
But look at all this money that I spend
And look at all this jewelry that I`m in
And look at all the places that I`ve been
And look at all the women in those brims
Look at the blue flames that I`m in
I look at all the bulls**t that there`s been
And if I had another chance I`d do it again, ni**a

Hey anywhere the kid move you know the Hammers`ll be with me
(Yeah)
Pokin` out the shirt like a Pamela Lee titty
(Aha)
I went on tour bought the samples of D with me
(Yo)
Came back a month later bought a lambo for three fifty
(Ha ha)
Think I throw you grams if you read with me
Just `cause you see me on the camera with P Diddy
(Uh uh)
(Haa haa)
Dammit we p driddy now I got G with me
(Ha ha)
(Yo)
Along with the third leg that I be rammin` in these bitties
I keep the revolver you hope my gun`ll jam
(You hope my gun`ll jam)
But with the soap it`s gonna blame
There fore put freckles on your face like O P Cunningham
That`s why I`m watched by the feds and scoped by Uncle Sam
(Yeah)
Dope and hun`ed grams rope and hun`ed grams
(Yeah)
(Uh)
At the same time our artist get to open summer jam
(Uhh)
Hope you understand or use better sense
(Uh)
These ni**a`s dont want no beef they want lawsuit settlements ni**a
(Uh uh uh)

Forgive me father for I have sinned
But look at all this money that I spend
And look at all this jewelry that I`m in
And look at all the places that I`ve been
And look at all the women in those brims
Look at the blue flames that I`m in
I look at all the bulls**t that there`s been
And if I had another chance I`d do it again, ni**a

I`m in a waggy with em passin` by ya
(Yeah)
With a baby girl who suck harder than Maggie on a pacifier
(Oh)
What I`m smokin`ll have you Aggie as your last supplier
(Oh yeah)
When you can smell it through the bag you know that`s some fire
(Yeah)
Gettin` stressed by these hotties is regular
(Aha)
I got a magazine to press to your body like editor`s
(Aha)
Test me somebody I`m beggin` ya
(C`mon)
I got the gatlin` gun like Jesse the body in predator
(C`mon)
(Yeah)
I`m a hustler I don`t sling no rocks to the fiends now
(Aha)
I got dudes who sit on corners like a boxer between rounds
(Aha)
Any other dude who dish rocks want beef
(What)
`Cause I chop jobs bigger than Chris rock front teef
(Haa)
I`m the ni**a tearin` the walls up in your miss
(Yeah)
In exchange for a small cup of the Cris
(Ha ha)
And while you at probation fillin` a small cup full of piss
(Aha aha)
I`m in a coupe with a roof that ball up like a fist
(Catch up)

Forgive me father for I have sinned
But look at all this money that I spend
And look at all this jewelry that I`m in
And look at all the places that I`ve been
And look at all the women in those brims
Look at the blue flames that I`m in
I look at all the bulls**t that there`s been
And if I had another chance I`d do it again, ni**a

Thats right I`ll do it again ni**a
(Uuh, yeah)
I`m a mother f**kin` ghetto superstar ni**a
(Uuh uhh uh)
Desert storm, street family, we here
Yeah
(Uuh uh)
Young G`s, salute
(Uu uh)
(Yeah)
Get this f**kin` money man
It`s a lot of f**kin` money over here
(Yeah)
I don`t know what the f**k you doin`
(Uuh, uuh, yeah)