Back 2 Back Grizzle & Nasty

[Intro: Grizzle]

Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Grizzle]
Gettin' money yeah we rich rich
Now your bitch bitch, she got me on her wish-list
We don't care if they come up with a diss-diss
We don't hear none if you ain't talking business,I get this
Money talk
I stay quiet let the hunnits talk
Overlap em on the track
I told you that we run it dawg
Donjean Lord Vader
Fuck the clout, get the paper
Yellow fellas on the purp, catch me balling like a Laker (haah!)
That's a score, and 1
Got the ring, got the calls, got the bling
Gotta ball, till you fall
When you all in, it's everything or nothing
So appalled, when I step in to the court
And they watch me standing tall
Slam dunks in your area
Hip-hop my bitch swear that i should marry her
King shit imperial, pull up at your funeral
Treat your dead body like a urinal
Pissed off, when i switch bars
From the 3, that's Chris Paul
01, that's Chris Bosh
Every shot it gets blocked, y'all should stop
Ruthless, fuck the opp
Out the K, fuck the cop
Fuck the law, when i drop, you get charged
That's a foul, Make em fall
Make em bow to the lord
On their knees when i soar
Y'all should stop man (really!)
Back then it was fraction of fame
Now that's the way it goes man they all know my name
And they all go insane
When they see me go cray
Full moon, Super Saiyan, shit don't make me go ape
Superhero, no cape
You should check out the tape
Mamba mentality, don't fuck with the snakes
And fuck what you saying, tell em we ain't the same
Bitch I'm 10 years deep, bout to fuck up the game