On my ching-ching weigher (????????????) Ho we can head to the spot in Decatur (??) smoke optimos, and try to cop the ho's (?) cant stop my (?) Killa a bitch, kill a bitch
perve all that l had to do was stare. Test me now, contend never no surrender no pretend pick up my pen and my hemp all in my trust a friend, friend.
Can't have my cash, better go and take your nigga stash 'Cuz he's a busta, niggaz with clusters Slippin' in shit, betta jack that nigga 'fore I jack his ass bitch
t scared to put it on ya Leave you in a feild in califonia Nigga make money, get money, big money Casue when a motha fucka broke ain't shit funny Betta believe Cash rule
hell The high exalted Yo My mother fucking name is fredro starr You know what I'm saying? I'm up here with my man sonee the money the muther fucking
hit tha block(woo shit) On my way to check me a motherfuckin' grip It's about that time I got my hand upon my nine Plus my money be on my mind Stay away
Yea Eastside, for life [Verse Two] Tryin to get some bones I'm slappin bones With some dogg pound gangstas in front of my home Bigg 6, bigg 5 3's with ya bitch My
Bitch back up back up back up bitch back up back up back up back up bitch back up Bitch back up back up back up bitch back up back up back up back up
bitch You betta not get me caught [ch0rus] You my gutta bitch who im wit wen im in shit with my otha bitch, ma otha bitch when my otha bitch on some
ya own moves. [Verse 3 - D-Loc] I make my own moves so I set my own pace, I got my own rules double-dash is the name I do my own thing like the president
in the sky And all the crooks rob the place outside I'm so hype, I tkae your life, betta have my doe right Fuck my life, I don't need no mic! The new
s the I-N-C nigga, it's murder, M-I-B nigga, Murder Inc. Bosses, motherfuckers, Ja Rule, haha Ay yo Buck, turn this shit up in my motherfuckin headphones
good to these bad hoes Like my bush wet and undry like damp clothes What y'all niggaz don't know, it's eazy, to pimp a hoe Bitches betta have my, money
pretend Pick up my pen, in my hand One of my trusted friend friend, hey Open it let's see if we're real, we all suited Beg my pardon to Martin Baby we
to these bad hoes Like my bush wet and undry like damp clothes What y'all niggaz don't know, it's eazy, to pimp a hoe Bitches betta have my, money fo'
Gotta be up to par You gutta bitch You betta not get me caught You my gutta bitch who im with when im in shit you my other bitch when my other bitch