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1. _ Against The Grain
"watch out for your friends"
Aiyo, aiyo, you you you got that thing for me, huh?
You thought i was layin it? no no i ain't layin it, i'm takin it
You don't understand? you confused?
How bout if i stuck your fuckin head thru that window
That would unconfuse you right?
Thought i was layin it, give me the fuckin money, come on
I'm blamin lame ass rappers frontin for famin
I should open up a casino for all the games you playin
I'm sayin, everyday in a different namin
Plus they homos now, big black niggas flamin
We stressin, that you don't be stressin us
And if you gs and gs then don't be b-s'n us
Just be b-s'n logicly, not like that we be guessin
Because the truth need no modesty
Cristal to spring water, bacardi whatever
What it is is what it is, we can party together
You know how the game goes when your name grows
But still love is love, fuckin the same hoes
Against the grain goes the souped-up rapper, he spittin venom
So now we gotta get wit him
And do the ten thing, frightenin, while his mens cling
Then watch blood extract out his ass like ginseng
It all ends with all of his mens hit
And now our future friendship, strictly forensic
But that's the life we livin, drivin, that's how we driven
Strivin, you must be robbin, cos i ain't giving, shoot ya guns
Now when we bless this, with precise shit
That we suffice with, we keep your mentals lit
Now when we bless this.......
"watch out..."
I see ya overly concernin, ya insides burnin
Mad at the fact sauce is earnin, with more niggas than mark furman
Ya never learnin learnin, never been so determined
Not to be concerned with ya sermon, wheels of fortune still turnin
Still street caviar remains untouched
For sauce money cheeseburger deluxe
Screamin what's the croc's fienin, dough we rake off
While you hailin for cabs we, taxi for take-off
Fake crews and units is dubbin
Get ya whole clan wiped out, no scrubbin
For the description given, chapstick flappin
Pistol-whippin nigga rappin, sell arms to keep em clappin
Gungho chicks squeeze for me, crazy g's for me
To see cheese come easily for me
In the same arenas, ain't gotta state his name, you seen us
Few bundles of dope never came between us
Sippin on bay breeze's, now we higher than venus
Comparin thumbs, tryin to see who's the greenest
High strung, no relief pitcher off my tounge
Ace of the staff, sauce back-to-back cy young
Now when we bless this, with precise shit
That we suffice with, we keep your mentals lit
*repeat x3*
In the club lit, listen to all my niggas hit
Bitches love me for this disrespectful shit
Fuck em, the only thing i'm with is large amounts, clear
Money the only thing that counts here
By any means like malcolm
X marks the spot, you know the outcome
Income, never outdone
Rap star, hit the stage dipped in tar
Other crews muerto, can't fuck with this concierto
Too fecicous so i drop new releases til your crew deceases
Screw your pieces, fuck your thesis
Fuck your speeches and fuck your beef
Cos when my crew aim, do more than brush your teeth
It'll split your shit, when it hit your shit
If you don't want your shit hit, don't forget your shit
We don't spar, we aimin all niggas to allah
When it's spent and to the nazarine if ya 85 percent
Do what i gotta, straight shot of jack
Amareddo colada for my bitch in the back
Never bluffin, never rap for nothin
Rap flow, don't love it, sincerely yours, sauce motherfuck it
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2. _ Chart Climbin'
[sauce money]
Mc rhymin..
.. uhh uhh
Uhh, uh uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh
Mc, mc, m-a-r-c-y
Uhh, uh..
Mc rhymin, chart climbin
With the baguettes, roley shinin
We smokin the best trees, i bet some skins on it
I got a se, twenty inch rims on it
I got playaz who wanna kill me but love to speak nigga
Cause i got a freak every day of the week
They just fake friends, they hope the shit ends (fuck you)
They see the dough my click spend in the big benz
They think it's sweet, now we rock cubans with diamonds in em
But if they sleep (what?) hell is where i'ma send em
I know it's beef cause i don't wanna be rhymin wit em
They wanna act like bitches, time to split em
What the deal ma? heard i was boss ha?
On the real, wanna hear it from the sauce ha?
You like the way i do it? i just gotta spit
I got flow doughs hoes and a lot of hits
Chorus: sauce money (repeat 4x)
Mc rhymin, chart climbin
Together we talk the talk, forever we walk the walk
[sauce money]
In the trial my niggaz'll squeeze for the general
Mp's holdin my heat, nigga run wild
I dial, executioners, go the extra mile
Nigga cock that, lose a screw when it pop black
Never provoke toast, niggaz get ghost most
You couldn't be my family, we never spoke close
You spit that "yo" shit, i say "nosotros"
Don't fuck with them dudes, think them niggaz homos
I'm talkin the bad bitches, you on some funny shit
You go for broke? i go for gettin money kid
I grab your homebase, now she give new honey head
To all you donnie brasco's, i'm sonny red
I split a weak nigga cheek quick, with one of those
Fuck a physique wrapped tighter than mummy clothes
Off looks alone probably get to touch em all light
But because of the flow, now i fuck em all night
Chorus
[sauce money]
You like dough baby? work hard and you can get that
But in the meantime, let me hit that
Get you down on all fours, like a kit-kat
I'm tryin to split that, shouldn'ta did that
In and out with the quickness now what could make the brother stop?
Nothin, well maybe if the rubber pop
And even then that might not slow me down
I'm bout to go to town, wanna come? show me now
Singular most mc's bringin your toast
I run roughshod rip rap stars and roast
I don't brag or boast, i only speak in facts
And if i say you seven days, how weak/week is that?
Fatal to niggaz that's unable to ride wit me
You better decide who side or collide wit me
The very last rapper tragically he died swiftly
You been warned motherfuckers, now come and get me
Chorus
[sauce money]
Mc..
Together we talk the talk, forever we walk the walk (4x)
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