Stalkin’ With Da Yalk DJ Sound (Ft. Gangsta Gold & MC Money)
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[Chorus: MC Money, DJ Sound & K-Rino]
Don't try to doubt me 'cause a nigga's bound to give up
This lead in your ass, 'cause bitch, you got me fucked up
MC Money and Gangsta Gold
Stalkin' with the yalk on these no good dirty hoes, close range
What's yours is mine, and what's mine don't fuck with it
What's yours is mine, and what's mine don't fuck with it
[Verse 1: MC Money]
You hoes tried to pretend, and lived it by gettin' shot
Run up on a pimp and get popped with my nine-Glock
You niggas are gettin' jealous from the status of my stack
And if you try to take it, bitch, I'll cap you in your back
I'm fiendin' for the blood of the nigga that I scope
'Cause bitches I leave (?) behind are thе smoke
I'm killin' a nigga dead as soon as they makе a sound
Loadin' up my weapon, so I go another nine rounds
The practice of a psycho with a mission to complete
Takin' niggas out, as I put 'em six feet deep
I really don't care, 'cause anger's in my blood
Insane is what I game when I tell them what I'm made of
Constantly gettin' a kick, as I kill a niggaro
'Cause once I kill a nigga, crime asylum is a dirty ho
Every time I'm around, see, niggas begin to die
They never see my face, all they know is M-O-N-E-Y
Never fallin' short 'cause see, I'm pullin' triggers
'Cause bitches can't take it when I start to kill their nigga
See, niggas on my back for the cheese, for the luck
Lick up my ass, bitch, 'cause I don't give a fuck
Don't try to doubt me 'cause a nigga's bound to give up
This lead in your ass, 'cause bitch, you got me fucked up
MC Money and Gangsta Gold
Stalkin' with the yalk on these no good dirty hoes, close range
What's yours is mine, and what's mine don't fuck with it
What's yours is mine, and what's mine don't fuck with it
[Verse 1: MC Money]
You hoes tried to pretend, and lived it by gettin' shot
Run up on a pimp and get popped with my nine-Glock
You niggas are gettin' jealous from the status of my stack
And if you try to take it, bitch, I'll cap you in your back
I'm fiendin' for the blood of the nigga that I scope
'Cause bitches I leave (?) behind are thе smoke
I'm killin' a nigga dead as soon as they makе a sound
Loadin' up my weapon, so I go another nine rounds
The practice of a psycho with a mission to complete
Takin' niggas out, as I put 'em six feet deep
I really don't care, 'cause anger's in my blood
Insane is what I game when I tell them what I'm made of
Constantly gettin' a kick, as I kill a niggaro
'Cause once I kill a nigga, crime asylum is a dirty ho
Every time I'm around, see, niggas begin to die
They never see my face, all they know is M-O-N-E-Y
Never fallin' short 'cause see, I'm pullin' triggers
'Cause bitches can't take it when I start to kill their nigga
See, niggas on my back for the cheese, for the luck
Lick up my ass, bitch, 'cause I don't give a fuck
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