Pregame Sauce Money (Ft. JAY-Z)

[Intro: Sauce Money]
Sauce Money, yo, yeah-yeah
Sauce Money, yo
You know the dril
Chilling with my mans, Marley Marl, Pete Rock
Future Flavas
MCA style, man
Cut the check or suck a dick

[Verse 1: Sauce Money]
I lay my gun fine, ideas be as bright as the sunshine
Shook the rap game with just one line
When me and my niggas combine, all day, you know what?
Sometimes, I run with mad niggas who done time
Hit you with eight, from one nine, now you showin' the vein
My shells is like information, go in your brain
Holdin' my slug, before you squeeze 'em, show 'em the love
Burn your fingertips so throw 'em a glove, understand me
Before my album drop, copped a Grammy, uncanny
Bought my first Rollie from Manny
Dirty burners, my crew never hand me; nigga we family
You not, get shot, get caught sniffin' like Dexter Manley
With least ten lead, spray right, paint your skin red
Damn, we all the shit you can't be
We big-time, you small-time, real small, like how an ant be
Marcy, bust a shot for Metcalf, Tilo, and Danny (Bop!)
Peace to the Burrells, Cut Wop and Stanley (Geah!)
Boom, Moët and bow, my whole set is wild (wild)
Past threats, frontin' flash singles and ass bets
Fuck a bitch, you know the drill
Cut a check or suck a dick (What the fuck...)