If I Live & Nothing Happens

(moola)
Money!
Money!
Haha!
Uh, who is it?
It's gonzoe!!

Verse 1 *(gonzoe)*

We in this for the cash right here
Feel this here
This my year
Year of years
Khakis to cordiers
They hittin me up nigga
Now i juss stare
Ice up
Smash out
Hittin no fear
On the same spot i cracked up
My first 5 dollars
Same steez-aline, now wit out the poppin collars
Everything bubbled out
Dash board, pull it out
Girls in the backseat runnin they mouth
Switch up, shut up
Kiss my boo before she nut up
Spittin it all juss tryin to get some cut up
Floatin
Somebody rollin a blunt
Somebody chokin
Somebody pass the blunt
Constantly smokin
The life, of a young tycoon
Roll up green
Pop x and lace 'em
An this life i lead i ain't set
If i ain't got a whip wit a grip or the woman i slip.
Come on.

Chorus *(val young & gonzoe)*

(come on, come on)
Money, money, money!
(westside! eastside!)
Don't you know that we.... need the paper?
(get it, get it, come on)
(yeah)
Money, money, money!
(uh, uh)
(what?!)
(ritzy, yukmeez)

Verse 2 *(yukmouth)*

Uh.
I rock
I rock a
Afros, corn rows
Mouth full of golds
Young hustla hoppin outta range rove's
Fully equipped wit tv's and videos
Playin jet motto
Sip x-o
A ghetto superstara
Livin life like there's no tomorrow
Hit the spot in godfather convertable ???
Smokin gonja
From january 1st to kwanza
Up in the bahammas
Racin jet skis screamin "cowabunga!"
Top of the world
Yup me and my potnas
Smoke-a-lot, regime
20 a casa
Skiddin through the islands
Be the first to bust
Grab on my nuts
Scream in cuts
Then i smoke the famous weed wit dutch
Wit no crutch
My lex got stick shift wit no clutch
Push a button on the back of the steerin wheel and skee-skirt like starsky
And hutch
Young ritzy and yuk
Quickly bust they enemies
Get cheese like vito genevies
Nigga please
The new era regime
Make 'em bow down kiss they ring
Do they thing
From here to beijing
Stop hatin
The shot calla
That pop collars
Before i get yo ass wit the rotwilers.

*(gonzoe)*

Yeah we in it
Hit the spot
How much money you got?
Show an tell nigga
Doin all the big figgas yeah!
An get... money, money, money!
Westside! eastside!
(don't you know that we.... need the paper?)
Get it, got to have it baby, come on
(money, money, money!)
It belongs to me
(from the hood, to the corner, and the playa)
Come on.
(money, money, money!)
Westside, eastside!
(to the playas on the streets, got to get them g's)
What?
Regime, come on.

Verse 3 *(gonzoe)*

Nigga we on some gangsta shit
Young ritz, throw yo drank up
Fire that dank up
Tell them girls any lie you can think of
We finna get fucked
We pervin
Off nade
And the alazae workin
Who searchin for a stiff who wanna follow
And i voulen-teer
Wrap yo lips around my stuff like a bottle
Here
I shake it, and take it
And take it
You suckas can't make it
Cover it wit hatred
Capitol punishment
Make you taste it
Break down the mind of a manson
Cuz they basic, no care
To my right hand
Swear to bear arms
Bust fo my loved ones
An trust none
Got money an funds
I call upon an worship
More evil than good, i fully work it
Shots in ???
The world go perfect wit dolla bills
My wounds can't heal fool
My world too real fo dolla bills.

*(chorus)*

Money, money, money!
(westside! eastside!)
Don't you know that we.... need the paper?
(gotta get it an spend it!)
Money, money, money!
(come on, come on, come on!)
For the hood
The corner
And the playa
(yeah tell 'em val!)
Money, money, money!
(get money, come on!)
Playas on the streets, gotta get them g's.
(what?!)
(come on!)
(shake it!)
Come on! (7x)
Ha!! haaahaaa!
Come on!

[gonzoe] (talking)
Uh-oh, (uh-oh) here it go again (here it go)
Oh fuck! (oh shit) shit, shake that shit bitch
Huh, (yeah) yeah, it's me, gonzoe
Came to rock you mother fuckers right quick
You know what i'm sayin? kick that thesoline
Know what i'm sayin

[verse 1 - gonzoe]
Nigga, i'm tryin to have it made
Fuckin with mink and suede
Hoppin out of jags on niggaz
When me shit parfait
Like livarache
Hoe, smell the heats of meakee
I'm too cocky
My life's too rocky
So fuck y'all
Nigga pissy off with me
You separate all
It means nothin
I talk your bitch out the drawls
For the fuck of it
And turp off bumpin
It's in the shed
Bounce to this
Cause you feelin it
Respect me killin it nigga
I'mma be that rich cat
Tell them niggaz where i hold my chips and whips at
I'm a young nigga never found guilty
Clean as fuck but still filthy
Workers on the corners tryin to milk me
For knowledge
Like 'damn! you smashin in college?'
Big ass glots and keepin dollars
Don't bother choppin work no more
I hit the liquor store
Relax with a glass of conyac and smoke
Nigga

[chorus - gonzoe]
I got it made! (got it made)
Fuckin with mink and suede (mink and suede)
All my pieces par made
Bitch, i'm doin this shit my way (my way)
Bitch, all us niggaz we got it made
I'm paid, fuckin with mink and suede
Hoppin out of jags on niggaz (us)
When me shit bumpay
Like liverache
Hoe, smell the heats of meakee (hoe)
I'm too cocky
My ice too rocky
So fuck y'all

[verse 2 - gonzoe]
Uh, it's too much money to me
Y'all niggaz is actin fake
Playa-hatin, talkin up on my shit like ricki lake
Comin chili's for hoes
Why you lyin bout who you know?
Stay broke, never got no ervails on the smoke, lock the timmy
Foo, you killin me, actin phony
Sittin on your cake with a round of homies, you're pretty tony
Gettin worked, cochberts, versace, domeinberg
What you bought is what she wear when she go do dirt
The truth hurt
All the same
With no backs to claim
But you slept because it was all part of the game

Chorus

[verse 3 - gonzoe]
Yeah, y'all niggaz can't touch me
I'm spotless, you dusty
My pistol crusty
All the niggaz i wet
They all trust me
Till the federals bust me
Out for the dusty
Gangsta like bugsy
Livin lavish up in luxury
The bombay, mr.icicle
Come swallow the pickle
Us dons all stressed and rippled
It ain't a thing
Tryin to find this game man
Stack up for the drought
Cause one day it's gonna rain
In big drops
Cop, blind side of my cyclops
As it bubble, i watch the pattern transform
To rocks nigga, going to glocks, money in stacks
Cause he got this, and i got that (what)

[gonzoe] (talkin)
Hit em! hahahahaha (smoke being blown)
Ughhh! razing sick ughhh! bitch!
Hit em, we're watching you (hit em), hit em,
(we're watching you nigga) hit em, hit em
Savage, aaahhhhh!

[verse 1 - gonzoe]
Mass control, i pass your soul
We all worth some doe
Sippin' on gold
Spend a little get more (ahh)
Forever happy, what have we
Maxed with cavy
Risky ritzy forever she burns
House keys care-free (ahh)
Nobody scares me
Where the players be?
Gettin money like me rarely
I did it cause you dared me
Now speak on it (what?)
You ain't no match for me nigga, so teach on it
And make em listen (ahh)
Full blown warfare headin' in your direction
All that was not to do was taught by you (ugh)
So i just threw my crew, ya brand new (ugh)
Hit em where it hurts and bump em with their crew
Every game got rules
Expect em, choose
My next move
Stand strong, get leverage, and press them fools
And that's that (what)
Pick it up put it down
Never look back
My insides comin out because of this rap (my name...)

[chorus - prince ital joe]
Some of them are busta
Some of them are fraud
That's why i'mma hit em hard
Enough of them are busta
Some of them are fraud
Might as well hit em hard (hit em)
Hit em hard, hit em hard cause the plot, hit em hard
Them are fraud, hit em hard (hit em)
Hit em hard cause the plot, hit em hard (hit em) good lord (hit em)

[verse 2 - gonzoe]
Everything slow-motion but it's moving so fast
Right here by the ocean and the palm trees
These l.a. streets, concrete philosophy (what)
Raised me and rottened me
For every tear and broken bone i suffer
Bro's another road for me to walk on, it made me tougher
Now i keep breathing, holdin' guns for years nigga, till we even
Plus, i shoot up the cop car (ugh) before ya hit the precinct (ugh)
Razing; bow down, kiss my ring
Blazing; because real niggaz do real things
And live dangerous, bang them bricks, keep secrets
If they crop and question us, who the thief is
I'll find you and put the rumor where ya teeth is (don't ask don't know)
Bust yo brain so i can see what ya thinkin'
Nigga, it's young ritz-ell
And i could distinguish the bomb from the fake by the smell

Chorus

[milford mcdonald]
When we be buckin'
Hittin niggaz up when we comin
No lovin, got y'all duckin and we ain't said nothin
Fuck y'all niggaz who be always feelin' our songs
Nigga, get your thug on

[verse 3 - gonzoe]
Who broke, now you're bullshit
I make hits, and sail the blue seas with yacht full of rits
And if there was a fifth nigga, we'd all be drunk
Peacin' up on a bunk when one glock to get it clunk
For the nigga that act obsessed
And a scream with pash
So fuck clad, bettin on the six sec
Ready to mash
Down hold a nine
I'm still in here tryin not to get caught
Flippin' every narcotic that i'm on
And p, all ya soldiers on your feet
On the brink with these crazy thugs we're not think
Well fuck that, instincts survive
Six seven, sixteen lives
Bitch shut up and drive
This is...

Chorus

[verse 4 - prince ital joe]
Little ax court
Big tree (uh-huh)
If you don't believe me just come and see (uh-huh)
Little gonzoe d o double g (yes)
He might have donned the top celebrity (we hit em)
We bite em off, invade ya privacy
Run the country and roll the territory
Lose your girlfriend gonzoe, i'll see
In out the hotel she's coming like l
Your heart is broken you lose great shell
Ding dong, no more wedding bell

Chorus

[gonzoe] (talking)
Niggaz strapped
And i'm known for that
I hit em! nigga
Yo, we like... g money
Y'all niggaz is fuckin invisible cause ya dropped

[gonzoe] (talking)
Uh uh, dirty dancing
Shake that shit, shake that shit
Uh, what what huh huh
Shake that shit, shake that shit

[verse 1 - gonzoe]
That's why you love me
I talk so freaky
And spit it good
I'm doin the best hoes from harlem to inglewood
Bounce it dirty dancin' understand fact
I want your fingers in your pussy with an arch in your back
Lay the own, right now it's on
Got my fingers in your stuff, yo we workin, it's on
We all stoned
Gettin fucked what's up
The fuck you got in your cup
Tell that bitch to bend over and throw you mother fuckin' hands up

Chorus
What! i see you titty shakin
Ass movin left to right (shake the shit)
Hoes dirty dancin, give me some pussy tonight (shake the shit)
All night, break mines off (shake the shit)
Shake it till they come off
Dirty dancin, baby got booty interference (shake the shit)

I see you titty shakin
Ass movin left to right (shake the shit)
Hoes dirty dancin, give me some pussy tonight (shake the shit)
All night, break mines off (shake the shit)
Shake it till they come off
Dirty dancin, baby got booty interference (shake the shit) so what?

[verse 2 - gonzoe]
When you see some smoke in the air, club jumpin
The rest of these hoes to get undressed so i can rub somethin
Baby the man at your house he mean nothin
Truly cuttin all of a sudden
We roll, let's go
Bitch don't slam my car door
To a caught the movie on and gave em twice the roll
It's like want somethin
Hit the liquor store
Cause i'm a playa
Girls stray from you and fuck nigga
Kill enough nigga
The bitch got stuffed nigga
I hit it and hit it
Till she says 'that's enough nigga'
Why? cause i'm a sly nigga
And my dick get bigger and bigger...

Chorus

Shake that shit x 8

[verse 3 - gonzoe]
How many of y'all wanna love me?
Rub me
Bump uglies
Get gonzoe tatted up on your tummy
Your luscious lips
Juicy, fit perfect around my dick
Conflict movie till i'm mows your lips
Watch y'all eat clits
Relax roll the rest of my sacks
Ease rooms, get back in the mix
Menasha, dominique, eshantay
I'm fuckin em both
Have a total party

Chorus

Shake that shit x 8

[gonzoe] (talking)
*(alarms and helicopter sounds)*
Fuck, no, not going back!
Ahhh, ahh (coughing) ehh

[verse 1 - gonzoe]
Good, the world got me runnin from the posse
Description on a walky-talky
Do you copy?
Brazilian boozin lightly
We chasin this day
Smoke and broccoli
Off this shit, probably, we smelt the smoke
Tried to stop me, but we took off
Fuck the law!
I got a warrant for some shit that went down and got found and tossed
Not movin no post
They found my fabrics
A nigga tried to play me too close, i had to blast him
Come on keep it movin
Nigga, what you provin?
It's me and you and we both got guns, i ain't losin
They traced it
Remember that night, high and wasted
Breakin niggaz with naturals comin out the briefcase and shit
And then it happened
Somebody started cappin
And it's me blackin out, i plugged up three
Hit the beach
When he gave us communion to the peace
Immediately, get on some new id
Cause they'll kill me

*(police sirens)*
[cops talking on police radio]
Do you copy?
Some of them from the correctional facility
License plate 1ma-80g
Looks like he's gonna exit bundy
Copy... (copy let's go)

[verse 2 - gonzoe]
No matter what i'm not givin up
Fuck handcuffs!
They can chase me all day or we can straight bust
In the streets that's up in these corners
Complete with the gangsta tactics to get away from me
Police, fuck em nigga
Got a glock, better tuck it
And i'm stretchin on the one ten
And all in the bucket
Gang bet em, send me to y-a all day
I'mma slang it till i run out of gas and get paid (get paid!)

[guy talking about the chase]
*(helicopter sounds)*
Nah... in the hoods
Looks like lapd's in one of their wild chases again
This is takin place in the freeway
Looks like uh, what is that? a umm.. blue oldsmobile... going west
He's actually flickin off, look at him, he's flickin off the chopper

[verse 3 - gonzoe]
Hit every back street
But still can't shake the police
50 squad cars deep
Now or more dv
Do or die, o.j. on the old 4-o-5
Gettin high in my shit bumpin "when thugs cry"
Gonna be through with money
Look back wondering why they want me
See the sirens
And now my life flash before me
And i'm sick y'all
Cause this it it y'all
A young nigga
Who fumbled and took a pit fall
Shit y'all

[cops at end of chase]
*(sirens)*
Get out of the car
(get out of the car with you hands on your head)
Keep your hands up (keep your hands where we can see them)
Keep still, keep still (don't make any sudden moves)
Put your hands where i can see them
You're movin too much! (stay on the ground)
You're movin too much! don't move!
Don't move!! don't make any...
*(five gunshots)*

[verse 1 - gonzoe]
Collar poppin at hoes like that
Look, i graduated from shin and shoes to gators
Cause this year, we got a hell of a start like the lakers
Got real plugs, i'm a criminal, turned rapper
Happy to sell drugs
I'm happy we got above
Cause others, there's places they can hurt theyselve
And i'm stressin we took a loss from twelve
What the hell
That's the trouble to come along with it
Better just forget it
Comin new and mail the bitch out before she start slitchin
In the night and broad daylight
With the headlights
Do it right, fiendin for summer chrome pipes
T.v.'s, stutterin hoes
Terrible weed, smoke on the o.t.
With a workin mack and a keys, it's me
Ritz baby, the nigga who named
Comin up with your lady
Drivin california crazy
Fuckin with my homie
All y'all can die slow
And that's the same homie i'd kill all you for
Thats my testimony
I'mma die with silk on me
Amongst the criminals
Get my money after the funeral
Put me away for better days
Keep hustlin
Get that money
Think about yesterday
It's on

Chorus
[gonzoe & king lou]
That's how we drivin in the car with us
We dirty and grindin in the car with us
This here, how we survivin in the car with us
I ain't lyin when you rollin in the car with us, nigga

That's how we drivin in the car with us
We dirty and grindin in the car with us
This here, how we survivin in the car with us
I ain't lyin when you rollin in the car with us, yeah

[verse 2 - king lou]
Keepin it low hater
Chillin, tease the tailors
Livin major
For who wanna know, i can't save ya
I bring it down with no fatal or fake nature
They try to play us
Mad players, jealous cause they pay us
Hater they always want to criticize
Cause i'm only servin sacks in the mornin
Keepin my money flowin
Throwin product at the back door
That's a fact though
Get caught with crack though
Do more than two to four
What's the reason for the season
Servin niggaz with heatin
Mother fuckers is cheatin
In this game we competin
I'm in the lex though
Sippin ruby with the blue beanie
Gettin blowed by a hoe i don't know
To smoke beedies
Indeedy
Get money cause i'm greedy
Playa alert, i front work to the needy
Niggaz stay cheesy
Gotta get my green
And the car that i drive on the scene
You rollin with us? c'est la vie

Chorus

[verse 3 - gonzoe]
I hit the world first
Prayin to god 'unlift the curse'
What's worse, move the turf
Pay your homage on the first
Of course
While i sort my thoughts with newport's
And do pour, you short hit from dick
Came for ya, you can't stick it
Stretch half a chick and what's next
Crack her down, get in position
Let the things do they glistenin
Keep flippin
Couldn't beat it outta me
Do away with me
I'll go to my grave
With the anthology
Camaraderie
You made me (you made me)
To appreciate this liquor nigga and get crazy! (crazy)
I'm livin my last days
You went out
Blaze with the rest
You eatin with the enemy
Aim for the head they got vests
Livin my last days of death
There's nothing left
Until they lay me down
I won't rest, i won't rest
I'm a fuckin soldier

(variations of chorus until end)