[Intro: Money Grip]
Uh... the pressure...
Uh, this means war, yo...
[Money Grip]
I wear a size nine in my dress shoe
Coincidently a nine's in my vest too, come and test two
Big guns, hammer cock, go
Mustang, yellow is banana top fold
Cristine pics, six mean whips
Three chicks, mother knowing, six mean tips
Rock a nigga crew, silly, boom bye bye
Black suits filling up the room, guy die
Blunt and dry tied, getting sky high
Lakers set a black code, doom side five
Blacks back 'em up, like a stocked up single
Cops packed 'em up, in his pocked up mingle
Old school, new school, need to feel though
Show, how I throw tool, niggas peel though
Aim to cook a nine up, and get an eight spazzled
Lame niggas sign up, and get your safe crashed though
Who is that man, Mr. Gat Man
Heat holding, do a nigga through his cat scan
[Real Life]
Flame thrower, who to blame, and your name don't show up
Throw up, I'm blowing the dutch, my guns bust
And you fucking with the wrong nigga, I blow a nigga
Strong arm nigga, Vietnam nigga for sure
Ain't no chore for the thing that I got, twin Glocks
Forty five calo' slugs in hot rocks
Fuck the cops, and anybody try'nna stop my team
I rhyme hard for the love of the cream
My sixteens, ain't nothing to doubt, gun butt, up in your mouth
Real Life, up in your house
Fuck an ounce, I need ten bricks, alotta chips
Niggas think that they can pull my suits and do the steeze
You'se a bitch, son, I'm try'nna get rich, now break your self
Before I take ya health, it's gonna take a lot shoves to stop me
And I ain't rocking or dealing with none of ya'll
So respect these bars, or I'mma catch you at the park
Uh... the pressure...
Uh, this means war, yo...
[Money Grip]
I wear a size nine in my dress shoe
Coincidently a nine's in my vest too, come and test two
Big guns, hammer cock, go
Mustang, yellow is banana top fold
Cristine pics, six mean whips
Three chicks, mother knowing, six mean tips
Rock a nigga crew, silly, boom bye bye
Black suits filling up the room, guy die
Blunt and dry tied, getting sky high
Lakers set a black code, doom side five
Blacks back 'em up, like a stocked up single
Cops packed 'em up, in his pocked up mingle
Old school, new school, need to feel though
Show, how I throw tool, niggas peel though
Aim to cook a nine up, and get an eight spazzled
Lame niggas sign up, and get your safe crashed though
Who is that man, Mr. Gat Man
Heat holding, do a nigga through his cat scan
[Real Life]
Flame thrower, who to blame, and your name don't show up
Throw up, I'm blowing the dutch, my guns bust
And you fucking with the wrong nigga, I blow a nigga
Strong arm nigga, Vietnam nigga for sure
Ain't no chore for the thing that I got, twin Glocks
Forty five calo' slugs in hot rocks
Fuck the cops, and anybody try'nna stop my team
I rhyme hard for the love of the cream
My sixteens, ain't nothing to doubt, gun butt, up in your mouth
Real Life, up in your house
Fuck an ounce, I need ten bricks, alotta chips
Niggas think that they can pull my suits and do the steeze
You'se a bitch, son, I'm try'nna get rich, now break your self
Before I take ya health, it's gonna take a lot shoves to stop me
And I ain't rocking or dealing with none of ya'll
So respect these bars, or I'mma catch you at the park
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