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1. _ Chain Gang
[jadakiss]
Yeah, what the fuck?
[sheek]
Lox baby
Sheek louch, jadakiss, styles too
Blackrob, what the fuck, all up in this mother fucker
[jadakiss]
Bad boy
Stay back nigga
[sheek]
Ay yo, you want 15 g's thats stuffed in my pocket?
Nigga stop it, that bullshit you talking go reherse that at rockets
Puff lye i pay dues, that nigga with a tattoo
The thin ha (yonkers slang), these motherfuckers gonna watch the little
Rascals
When i say i bust my shit, believe it all the way
And the summer times where the chochas show where one in her leg
If you could walk still, every block in yonkers be hot still
With miners that will bust you down faster than cops kill
Niggas still front and step to you, falsley accused
That they just shot and you can still be the judge boo
I die for my 354 niggas, with the young stoned niggas
Lox are my heart, cold niggas
Sheek give it to you, like a bitch with a disease
That got aids on her lips and wish and hope you bleed
So if you want it, fuck it!
In the benz i'll be there, you gonna rot like
A dead luco (spanish slang) under the stairs
[blackrob]
Yeah yo, i swing that ass through the e-r, now i'm out the d-r
Heared in new york, y'all was looking for the hee haw
Lads is sweatin' us, we are four of the baddest
I'm the one that go stick you for all the cabage
The icon, doing this shit since stride-on
Perpitrating ass niggas like you, i keep my eye on
I rake em, roll em, like smoke from peter ross
Then i hold em, stole em, work hard to be the boss
My fashion is kumb-a-i, or else i'm attackin'
Dukes frontin acting like they toughest then napkins
Spittin', them bullshit crimes i stay hittin'
Not forgeting, the bullshit crimes and ass whippings
The whole 9, i dont waste time, i brace mines from the waistlines
Niggas is scared to face mine
See i'm a criminal, so after this interview
I'ma bend a few, fuck it! could we sin a few?
I put one into you, i promise to god
It's about time y'all niggas pay homage to rob
[styles]
You can catch me on the low with a calico bitch,
I got flow while she's bagging her shit
Comin' thru in a '98 wagon, lavender shit
Imagine the shit, used to be like packing the clip
Cop in the truck the s-c cockin' to dump
You can find me with my enemy coppin' his blunt
When i'm finished niggas ask which block do i want
My pockets is lumped, find me on a yacht with a blunt
What you know about daimonds, nigga knockin' the pump
While on my spare time i learned to market heron
I'm gettin' valuble, celebrate with stuff off the malibu
Science is the game and it's all mathematical
Pearl white porche, licence plate "radical"
It's real when the fedaral-ies in cali get mad at you
Forget that, lox from the block want the shit back
And i was in the first place, feeling the hit backs
[jadakiss]
Let me get back like jada, more 'rabs than 3-ey-doe
Get the potatoe and clap at niggas in brod day-do
You know the flow, where it come from and where it go
Or where it's gonna be at, that's where we at
I touch you if you think i'm jiggy with the puff,
Move and still sellin' forty-thousand a week so fuck you!
Three niggas you dont want none of make your insides
Feel like the summer you gettin' dumber & dumber
While we get smarter and smarter, makin' shit harder and harder
Til this rap games like the carter
I'm nino, styles is raw steemed from casinos
And sheek is the boss of the hennisey gambino
We talking millions, you talking c-notes
You used to stash dope in a sea coach, couldn't play sweet though
You know the kiss, on the low in the mist
Blowin' roach and sipping red ally and moe with a bitch
When my niggas'll flip, see how cute you look,
In the box with the suit on like you used to look
Hard body with a purple faced future look
Future crook, the same nigga who's boots i took
Juliani aint a motherfuckin' joke
You got mad niggas broke, alot of niggas gettin' that coke
When they bring it to the lab is it sold to the slab
First felony, you still gettin' four and a half
[end]
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2. _ Kiss Of Death
Ahh!!
[jadakiss]
They tryin-they comin' for my head po (uh)
They're tryin' to put pressure on a nigga
Huh, short notice (uh-huh)
Got sumpin' for them niggaz though (uh-huh)
Yo
[verse 1]
I'm like the dow jones of rap, my stocks is high
And it never was all of, so stop the lies
Mothafuckas'll blow your brains out, and watch you bleed
The same niggaz that you trust, let 'em watch your seed
You got a dead niggaz, money don't stop the greed
That's why now i gotta rock my vest, pop my 3
And whoever die first, may god forgive
The nigga who lives, sometimes you gotta handle your biz
To my niggaz when i die, keep inhalin' the lye
And come to my wake high, when your tellin' me bye
What goes around comes around, am i comin' or goin'?
All i'm tryin' to do is leave you numb, gunnin' or flowin'
I might cock-back the gauge, and start shootin' at 'cha people
I'm lookin for the devil 'cuz money's the root of evil
And 'kiss won't be happy 'til my bezel look see-thru
Until i flood n-y with pediquo and diesle
Catch me with the top, off my whip
Bust my gun while it's still tucked so you could hop, off my dick
I run with a few parolees, all thieves, that rocks ice
Blue pacholies and rolies
At the mob meetin', keep quite when the god speakin'
Squeeze my joint, 'til my mothafuckin' palm squeakin'
And nevermind who the lox'll sign to (that's right)
What difference do it make nigga?
Just listen to the tape nigga (c'mon)
[chorus]
Jay to the mmwwaa, hustle coke, ryde or die (uh)
Kiss hand-wash money, let it drip dry (uh-huh)
Jay to the mmwwaa, keep cowards on their toes (yeah)
Kiss push the drop, rock the ice, get the hoes (uh)
Jay to the mmwwaa got the smash on the block (uh-huh)
Kiss got the label's tellin' niggaz not to drop (tell 'em)
Everthing you get (uh-huh), you really don't expect (naw)
'cuz when you jay to the mmwwaa, you kiss to the death
[verse 2]
Yeah, yo, yo
I wanna know, is the promise land heaven or hell?
'cuz the niggaz that made promises, most of them fell
If you hungry, then i got some niggaz servin' the shells
With no sauce, and they silver, only take one to kill you
It's a small world, so you better guard your secrets
And it's easy to get money, but it's hard to keep it
Never was the one that like to hound no bitch
All i do is try to keep niggaz around me rich
Screw all-a-y'all cowards, i consider you lames
Had to save my lunch money just to get in the game
That was back when i used-ta have a mean back-spin
And no mack-10, it was just bats then
U know, beat a nigga down, take his rope
Now we-a, heat a nigga down, take his coke
And you can call me if you wanna bye them thangs
I get 'em half-price 'cuz papi know my name
Call me, jay to the mmwwaa
And everything you got in your livin room, i got in my car
'cept for the bar
I try to put a little money away
'cuz you know they say, tommorrow ain't promised today
Either bubblin' or strugglin', nuttin between
Or have a grimie nigga like me, fuckin' ya queen
And the kiss only do shit with niggaz i know (that's right)
And the outside nigga can't fuck up my flow (c'mon)
[chorus]
Jay to the mmwwaa, hustle coke, ryde or die
Kiss hand-wash money, let it drip dry
Jay to the mmwwaa, keep cowards on their toes
Kiss push the drop, rock the ice, get the hoes
Jay to the mmwwaa got the smash on the block
Kiss got the label's tellin' niggaz not to drop
Everthing you get, you really don't expect
'cuz when you jay to the mmwwaa, you kiss to the death
Uh
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3. _ Dope Money
Intro:
What, what
You over there styles?
Yeah dog
Second album nigga, real l.o.x.
Blaze
We run the streets, yall know who to bet (c'mon)
Fuck yall niggas (let's go)
Verse one:
Couldn't live the life i live
Why's that
I could die any minute, i get high every minute
Fuckin' with snake niggas, and sleepin' with foul bitches
Came thru on the lightest whip with two pounds in it
Pull over where the hustlers be
Why's that
Cause i get chills when you talk of hustlin' gs
So i'm always where the powder be at
What it mean
I can blow five bricks to ten in an hour if that
Stay away from where the cowards be at
Why's that
Time is money god, and you can't get an hour back
Or i would do it again to get the power back
Have godfather status, make niggas bow to that
You can all shine and glitter and keep the ones
Fives and tens, for twenties and up, we dummy it up
Make a lot of money, and look bummy and what
Cause money aint shit, respect is everything
So if i kill niggas dead, don't ask me shit
I take blunts to the head, so don't pass me shit
I'd rather die from a bullet, than a nasty bitch
If the good die young, all that mean to me
Is that the hood die young/ we call it the last days
What you know about coppin a house to fight pits in
Or blowin' weed smoke on the cops that write tickets
Henny and what, shit we can semi it up
With your picture on the wall, in memory of
Stay in sync with the hood, gray minks with the hood
We tryin' to get money like chinks in the hood
They ask me how i'm doing now
I tell |
4. _ Ryde Or Die
[sheek]
Yo if gon' sleep on somethin, might as well be a bed
And if you gon' crack a nigga, might as well be a head
Cause if you targettin the l.o.x.
You might as as well target a box
That you gon' sleep in for years, all covered wit rocks
Cause i think not, i pop shots, i double what y'all got
Ya hotshots aint got blocks, ya punta muchacha
From the days in school, now a motherfucker rule
And i could drop my chain in court, yeah, keeps ya cool
That's how ice be, i'm priceless, the iciest
And i dont gotta wear fatigues to blow out your chest
My bullets thump when i'm laced in some fly shit, punk
The baby nine be on the daily, aint no poppin a trunk
But if i pop the trunk, its to hand you a rag
So you can wipe down the windows on the side of my jag
Must i brag? my shit paid for, yours tagged
And every bitch you grabbed, sheek bend em back
[jadakiss]
Ayo i hope you aint tongue-kissin your spouse
Cause i be fuckin her in the mouth
Type of nigga buck at your house
Too slick, means she be suckin my dick
And before you know it, i'ma have her stuffin my bricks
Jada, if i kiss you now, you'll die later
I been nice since niggaz was watchin movies on beta
Ready to clap, everybody givin me gats
Cause believe it or not, we be the ones settin the traps
You listen to y'all shit, then listen to our shit
Ain't nuttin y'all faggots could do but gossip
That's the reason now y'all niggaz ain't got shit
Cause everytime i turn around y'all on the l.o.x. dick
Niggaz thats narrow, i just smack em wit the barrel
Give it to em at the light, like kane's cousin harold
Chorus: repeat 4x
The ruff ryders! (what?) the ruff ryders
[styles]
Fuck you and your son, y'all low wit the scum
Show me the money, i'll show you a gun, motherfucker
Sp'll spin the corner while you parle' with dun
I clap you, i clap him, and thats rule number one
Suckin my dick, and i dont give a fuck what you spit
Who you are, where you from, and who the fuck you can get
Cause i sell records, plus i got a jail record
Y'all niggaz ain't sayin shit until y'all bare weapons
And even when you dead, you can still fuckin get it
A nigga that'll smack ya, fuck around and clap ya
Styles p., your favorite rapper's favorite rapper
[eve]
Aint no surprise niggaz, only fuck wit recognized niggaz
Babygirl want the world, gave ya pies niggaz
No tops, take em in all shape and size niggaz
No lie, prefer them ready do or die niggaz
What? what you want? cutey starin at me like
"damn, where you from?" you be comin at me like
"can i get some?" lick your lips for this brown sugar
Suck mine like a thumb, if you want, til i come, uh
-chorus-
[drag-on]
I be the d-r, a-g, dash o-n, slash often
Comma, burnin niggas often
They call me drag-on, i'm hot scorchin
Keep the block roastin
Light a dutch wit the flames comin, toastin
In my eyes you could see what summer's holdin
Realizin, every guy i'll fry or dead rowdy
I burn to a degree of 130, and my gun dirty
Cause it got one bury, so you better run, hurry
Or catch one early
You wrong, tryin to touch me, what type of shit you on?
You better through your boots on and your unflammable suits on
Cause i'm comin through wit a yukon
Black tinted wit gats in it
Catch you while you smokin, send your casket, throw the sack in it
But only half of it, cause y'all like half-ass dude
And we are one whole, and y'all niggaz is one slash two
My gun blast you, tryna out the flames, what're you, firemen?
You'll catch a hell of a backdraft
Cause my fire retirin, aight then
[dmx]
Its my, survival instinct that keeps my head above the water
Everyday i show another how a i love a slaughter
Flood your daughter, full of more holes than spurges
Taxin businessmen for stocks over lunches
Wit these, i shoot the breeze, and extort
Enough keys from the cuban, to build a fuckin fort
Caught up in somethin that i cant control
Tryna get a hold of a bankroll, let's role
Catch bodies like a cold, and i stay slick so face it
Make me chase it, i take your life and erase it
Waste it, in the fuckin streets cause it ain't worth shit
The undertaker take your ass under the earth quick, i
Love money, but the scrambles hot
So i snatch up my man and the gamblin spot
Twenty grand is got, one niggaz shot, one nigga less
What used to be his chest is now a mess under his fuckin vest
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5. _ You'll See
Intro: puff daddy
(don't stop, i'm not finished yet [8x])
Do you ever ask yourself, when are they ever gonna stop?
Do you ever ask yourself, when are they gonna stop making those hits?
Do you ever ask yourself, when are they gonna stop making us dance?
Do you ever ask yourself,
When those bad boy are gonna stop making all this money?!
Verse one: styles paniro
I lick shots at intruders
Take the coke money and invest in computers
Tryin' to reach the next level, rolex with the ice bezel
Coming through the ghetto, in a porsche carrero
But for now i'll play the back of the cruiser
Light another sack for the three time losers
Pour out some beer, bust out the ruger
Ladies and gentleman
Bullets will leave you tremblin'
Shooken up
I got my cuban mommy cooking up
We got it all from heron to fishscale
New york to ismail get locked, i'm gettin' bail
My style is flashy like a fiver strobes
Going around the globe, hunnies wearing silk robes
Time to flip the script, bust the whip
Legend with the chip, dark blue with my trunk dipped
To the feds, catch me if you can
I'm a still transport with my man on the peter pan
Get there and bury the bricks in the sand
They think i want a tan, i'm sittin' on a hundred grand
So i can hit the boat and take a shower
Head back to the airport, and hide the money in the tower
Stack blocks by the keys
L to the o to the x you'll see
Chorus: puff daddy
Bad boy, bad boy, what you gonna do
What you gonna do when they come for you
(gun cocking) you'll see, (gun cocking) you'll se [2x]
Interlude: puff daddy
See, it's 1996 man,
And we gonna do the same thing to you we did to you in '95.
We gonna keep hittin' you in your head with all that
Flaaaaaaaaavvaaaaaaaaa
Verse two: jadakiss
Yeah aight then, you better act like you know
L to the o, x amount the flows
Ain't nothin' change but the range since i got the inf.
Dot on your head, take all your strength
Yeah, i'm in it for the green
I'll get up in your seam while i'm sonning you like a nigga from queens
My tape in your duel cassette running me
Tryin' to get in front of me playa, but you ain't gettin' none of me
Better off gunnin' me, with hot slugs numbing me
'cause you and i both know, the flow is coming b
When you want it? now or later?
I get mine and slide like a fresh pair of 'gators
With my mega click, involved in montega bricks
Niggaz is mega sick, and you know we roll mega thick
Up north where they bust your man
In the custom van, interrupt your plans
Now it's back to grams, damn, ain't that somethin'
All that for frontin', what you gonna do? nothin'
So let's keep things rationalized
Everything i write better nationalize
I'm into gettin' money, twistin' hunnies
Niggaz is buyin' coupes while you on the stoop lookin' funny
I'm a scorer, shorty love the whole aura
Pussy wasn't all that, that's why i never called her
It's all about quick whips and fast knicks
Gats with mad clips, tv's in your whips
My style tight like gotti when i touch you
Seasoned picatti, or versace joints with the buckle
Get the facts, i'm tryin' to get the beamer with the hatch
Cop one for my man, so ill shits match
Runnin' around all crazy twistin' hunnies back
And breakin' niggaz that come to gamble with small stacks
Really though, screw y'all, i never knew y'all
Your click be like yellow lights, i'm runnin' through y'all
Chorus
Verse three: sheek luchion
Yo, hard as it is to make a buck i ain't tryin' to get stuck
So i'm a keep handlin' beef like i don't give a fuck
It's all about respect tek-9's and papes
Big house in italy, in the yard with hunnies crushin' grapes
So i go down to my steam room and give a long prayer
Knowing that one day i'll be sheek luchion the mayor
Fatigued out in my house or office
Blunt spots and crooked cops can't grow shit so the town supports this
(uh-hun)
My staff rollin' in jags, cruisers, and coupes
Givin' rallies, and holdin' parades for the lifers groups
Now what you gon' do?
When they come for you
The same thing you been doing
Eye screwing
And bubble gum chewing (whoooh)
While me and my mans are pursuin'
Who you think the ladies are enhancin'
Rocking vansons i'm dancing in the mansion
So cheers to life of the ice in your chains and your watches
And you'll see how wo lock this
Chorus
Verse four: the notorious b.i.g.
Click, click, uh, uh, uh
Niggaz talkin' it but ain't livin' it
Crystal pops i'm sippin' it, mob hats and lizard shit
'gator trunks bitch, rollin' blunts with the williest of the willy
Hitchlin' cocked m-1's and nine millies
Stories like a motherfucker (that's right)
Model bitches wondering if i'm a fuck with her
She know i treats my bitches like ivana
Dolce and gabana
Dippin'
Big poppa never slippin'
H-class diamonds shinin'
Dinner with the wifey winin', dinin'
Smoking cigars in bogota
With colombian niggaz named panama
And englique and shit
Games we play life endin'
Bitches bending over with ease
For a pair of moschino jeans
And donna karan tank tops i got your bank stopped
Singles on top
Benjamins
Under the rest of 'em
Advancin'
>from duplex to mansion
Stashing keys hidin' g's overseas
Vcr's in my v's
Game elevates, money i make
Gets your stocks and real estates, bitch
Jet skiing in the caribean, white sands
Discusing plans with my mans
Dark blue land, smoke tint chrome rims and system
That leaves your rear views tremblin'
What you gonna do when poppa catch an attitude
Drop to your knees and show gratitude
Kiss my rings it's a frank white thing i stay potent
Bitch is devoted, take my dick and deep throat it
Outro:
You'll see (don't stop), you'll see
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6. _ Ghetto Jiggy
(freaky tah/cheeks talking)
Right now, ay you know how we do
Lb fam, one shot dealers, we killas
Why everybody thinkin this funny?
Fuck with lb fam you get laid down loud
Word up we make the realest, come through with killas
Check it out
Lb fam's my crew, you know how we do
What we do, we stay true
Come on now, now, now
How we gets down now, now
New york city now, now
Ok, alright, ok, alright, alright
Word up, napolean, ralph lauren
Mr. cheeks, back in that ass
How we do it lb fam style
C'mon, uh, yeah, uh, what
(lost boyz now, ok, alright, ok, alright, ok, ok, alright)
(cheeks)
Many mistakes made, masses committed
Any hot chick that was wit it i was out to hit it
I keep a yankee fitted, my world stay spinnin
I seen them faggot niggas grinnin from the whole beginnin
Me and my team, man we live life and gettin green
Hot chicks up on the scene, kid we sittin mean
Jewelry's shinin, ghetto cash, mastermindin
Livin life inside the rough but shine like a diamond
I'm tryna make it happen livin life day to day
They say play the way, well that's the only way we play
Families seem like the real enemy
A true, true friends of me is trees and hennessy
I love the ghetto life, fdr city lights
Burnin l's inside the truck, duckin blue and whites
I play to ???? to this, negative and positive
But bottem line, understand man i gotta live
(hook) 2x
So work wit me understand how i come, ghetto jiggy
Niggas where you from? new york city
The spot where we keep the whips pretty
Cops and these chicks act shitty, ay yo
(bitches and these cops act shitty)
Ay yo, i never asked for this, i just wanna rap
??? ??? ???,make some figgas, give my niggas that
See me shinin think ya shit is honky dory
Behind the scene it's a real different story
The mad junction, can't let it stress me
I'm at my best, son ya best won' test me?
Once again it's on, official burn out
Don't look, puzzled ???? faces how it turn out
Once in a while i take the train just to clear the brain
People ask me 'what's the deal kid, it's just the same'
You know the night-runners, nothin major
Don't let me and my bullshit invade ya
I know you probably, got problems of ya own
No need for you to zone
Understand, i love this game, it mean a great deal to me
It's my life, can you image how it feel to be?
(hook)
I remember when ????????
It don't even to start me to reminiscin
About the past when we wasn't gettin no cash
Had the skills, but like a hot chick wit no ass
It meant nada, i gotta get my gid on
I need some chedda in my pocket, hot shit on
The lifestyle'll be butter like the wife's smile
Make a habit, don't break, it may take a while
I'm a hustla, i'ma hustle til the end, too
Starin at that, evil that us men do
Basically it's lb fam all night
And ain't nothin wrong doin it all night
Ghetto jiggy
(hook) 5x
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7. _ We'll Always Love Big Poppa
(mmm... can't believe we doin this record)
We'll always love big poppa
We'll always love big poppa (we'll always love you big)
*vocals get louder*
We'll always love big poppa
We'll always love big poppa (we'll always love you big)
We'll always love big poppa (yeah)
We'll always love big poppa (we'll always love you big)
I look in the clouds, hope you past the sun
Hope you right next to god and he calling you son
Taking you in, angels breaking you in
This is heaven and no longer do you have to sin
And may god bless your mom and your two children
Your wife, your family and all your friends
Everybody stay strong, the good die young
Where we from it's all wrong, we all confused
Never know what we have til what we have we lose
Think big, we just lost a very big jewel
Hip-hop itself is at a pit-stop itself
Seeing big die i wish the shit would stop itself
It hurts, you're probably too good for this earth
Genius at his work
Made dirty cats wanna get a clean shirt
Pop cristal and rock they ice work (word), go big *go big*
Everybody wanted to know big
Made the rap biz, glitter like showbiz
Ask anybody, who could flow big
All the cats shined, but you would glow big
Frank white lyrically, moved niggaz spiritually
Made you wanna get a cup, fill it up with hennessee
Front in the club and light a dutch where the women be
If you seen the show then i know you felt the energy
We'll always love big poppa (we'll always love you big) *repeat 8x*
Just to let y'all know, everything is all real
But it's sad when a good fella catch a raw deal
And pain is a part of life that we all feel
Today this whole rap game is getting more ill
It make me look back, to where he took rap
Dude brought the east back, y'all better believe that
He never had a warning, one more chance
Was right before him everybody must answer when god's callin
I flew b's wit him, i blew trees wit him
Couldn't wait to go on tour across seas wit him
People seem to get lost and, blow things out of proportion
Life is worth more than the coffin
I need answers, and they better be the truth
Hurts like a bad tooth, we losin mad youth
Lyrically there'll never be no one above you
And no matter how they judge you we always gonna love you
We'll always love big poppa (we'll always love you big) *repeat 4x*
Right now i know you missin it, smokin in peace
After all this bullshit don't cease, huh big
Right now, you and pac in harmony, probably huggin
While everybody from brooklyn to west coast is buggin
All these gang wars, big, show me a sign
As for your son i'ma raise shorty like he was mine (no doubt)
It seems that the devil got his stinkin back whooped
And we should pray for jesus, and ask for forgiveness
I can remember all the studio time, getting twisted
Bottle after bottle, bacardi lime, i miss it
We clicked like heels when we first met the
Junior ma-f-i-a and big po-ppa
Nearly broke down four times writin this verse
Filled with wild madness and sadness it hurts
But ain't no need to cry, cause right now, where you at
Is more laced than any place a millionaire lived at
But it's sad that it takes that for us to unite
The only time you see your family is funeral night
Christopher wallace, frank white, holdin it down
I guess you with the real king in new york now
For real
We'll always love big poppa (we'll always love you big) *repeat 6x*
We'll always love big poppa, big poppa *repeat 2x*
We'll always love big poppa, big poppa (we'll always love you big)
We'll always love big poppa, big poppa (we'll always love you big)
We'll always love big poppa, big poppa, big poppa...
(we'll always love you big)
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8. _ If You Want It You Can Get It
Styles paniro
What sense does it make to talk and not listen
Shine eye glisten, bmz 3 automatic ignition
Ice on wrist and
An armani safari suit, when i'm fishin'
Goodfella tradition, ring the
My thing is the six double o, deep dishin'
You never seen a thug with a sallary
Trying to get fat like callories, open art galleries
No love lost and, how you think it feels gettin' dumped in the coffin
You'd rather be flossin'
Remember one rule, get the money that's important
Share with your people, if you don't, take caution
L.o.x. keeps it real so we share every fortune
All about dinero so make another zero
Runnin' from the cops in the iced out carrero
Don styles, good fella paniro
Chorus: if you want it, we can do it,
Take your time, do it right, we can do it baaaby
(we them niggaz that you niggaz be talkin about),
Get that money right! 2x
Jadakiss
When it comes to this money niggaz, you can bet i'm all in it
The rocks on my neck be briguette almond
Always on the job so i never call in
While y'all playa hate i'ma keep ballin'
There's too much cream to be countin'
In the glass house with the greek fountain, on the mountain
Don't get it twisted, 914 is where i'm listed
The cat with the corleone christmas
Iced out wrists'
Poppin' the cork, on the crists' toastin' champagne with my misses
Did you imagine me, in the new e-
Class benz with the laser cut key
Then we leave the gats with the lady down the hall
'cause only real niggaz stash they money in the wall
We here now, so if you love it prepare now
Twenty deep up in the club havin' you stared down
Chorus
Ma$e
When you a goodfella, you get cheddar for your work
Rock versace leather shirts, when you dead a girl it hurts
I flowed around the world with a mean golden girl
Throat full of pearls drinkin' mo' until she hurls
I need a hundred mo' 'cause i got a ton of hoes
That lay up in bungalos with sexy under clothes
This your last waring, remember you've been told
Nothin' less than the s benz when we roll
I rock the latest gators, with the tennis sole
All expensive clothes, suits from kenneth cole
Now i'm that goodfella everybody wanna meet
Every girl i meet spends two weeks in boutiques
We can do whatever my whole team got cheddar
Fromt the bar to the telly jaguar with the celly
Suits from perry ellis, got niggaz jealous
What they tryin' to tell us, we the goodfellas
Chorus
Sheek luchion
Can't nothin' come between me from gettin' my cheddar
Don't talk me to death, you just a side better
So you ain't gonna talk to me, the way you do
'cause for that paper, we ain't gonna play with you
I know the broke feeling, tryin' to make a million
While popo watchin' me, my click'll make a killing
'cause you that type of nigga that don't wanna see me rich
You scared i'm gonna get money and be goin' up in yo bitch
And even when we at the mirage, i'm on my job
Come out the garage dipped out in camoflage
Ready to work, for that cheddar you'll get hurt
Layin' face down with your head in the dirt
And for that pasta, who gonna stop us
I'm sheek luch the mobster, and not even the coppers can knock us
It's all real, you think not
I'm just another link in the l.o.x. before you blink you'll get dropped.
Chorus
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