[Big Syke]
Nigga You betta get cha money
Fuck dat I'm tired of bein broke Daz
Let's go get our chips

[Daz]
That nigga Daz on the street at a early age
Barely made it out da twelfth grade
But the man will still stay paid
Stayed away from the little homies who wanted to play basketball
All up on it money was fast life was all
These niggas blew em and presumed it was all like cling
It seems it won't be long to buy a composite dream
Call up the homie Syke
Meet me at the market it's a heist
60 G's a piece its big money on the street gotta have it
Whenever I bone gotta make it better
Whether I'm rich or broke my eye is to stay clever
It's a jack move so motherfucker don't say nothin'
Stop the teller give up the cash bitch don't say nothin
Fatal pull up quickly wit tha ride
So we hop inside countin the money wit my dogs feelin high
Bought a new riviera oh deez from ?? on G's
Do whatever I feel Jackers know the deal
Keep the pistol loaded and cocked
Right now I move the block
When I kick fuck the whole hood is getting licked
Say what Dogg pound got love underground
Along with my homie from the town that bump the ground
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