Money Talkin Gudda Gudda (Ft. Boo)

[Verse 1: Gudda Gudda]
One thing on my mind, that's to get it
I want the world, nigga, and everything that's in it
Riding with my niggas, and the fours cocked
Take [?] sell them back with interest, that's a pon shop
They like "When you gon' stop?"
Never, till I'm sitting on top
All I know is that green life, gotta [?] my whole block
[?] from the bottom map
Riding with a thirty shot clip, [?]
Young and wreckless, don't test this
I'll put you on my check list
You feeling lucky today, then I can make your death wish
Hard body, we rap them up
Scarred body, I'm tatted up
Aim for the nose, hit his eyes, Slick Rick, patch him up
My young niggas be acting up
Check niggas that's acting tough
Bar for bar I'm sick [?] that fire, who gon' match them up?
Nobody, I'm so Gotti, I wack niggas with no problems
Bread in my pocket, [?] ain't having [?] problems
That's your problems, starving nigga
AK or revolver, nigga
Stay in your lane, I'm giving [?] out, I [?] a nigga
East side, we mobbin, nigga
Lames best respect that, [?] cracked
Chin check that, huh