Let's go yeah, nigga Good lookin' Rae that's what I'm talkin' 'bout It's all good don't worry about it You feel what I'm sayin'? Don't worry about it Yeah, word up, let's go Know how we gotta come at this, man Yeah, come on, yo Stuck, y'all like gum underneath my kick Better move little when the heat I'll spit The hammer clap like the on a meat-out chick Dump clips like a trifflin' to drop If you short you're a chance in the box But I ain't lettin' you play with the guns in the club, I'm boothin' the ox Got my eyes on the and I'm a peripheral Got you cowards poppin' that Moe', my hand on the 'istol Wild out, have a ball, you could drink 'til you 'url Thought the Firewater was strong, the pound'll leave you curled On the floor, like a new born baby, God What you mean "Is he dead?", what type of is leakin' out of his head? When you cowards see the drama and it come to a head I'm hittin' Rae up on the jacket, it ain't much to be said If it's on, go without sayin' somethin', deliverin' Visa verca, this is Havoc, baby, we those All that money is us, now what's wit' us? Eh yo all around hungry, that's us and can't get nothin' get it Eh yo all that money, all them All them shorties, everybody yell "All lovely" All that money is us, now what's wit' us? Eh yo all around hungry, that's us and can't get nothin' get it Eh yo all that money, all them All them shorties, everybody yell "All lovely" I chop meat out ya face, Daddy, gladly Mad breeze on, rubberband currency and I splash ya visa You know the code, yo caesar low straddlers Front Streets, cracks all in the front seat spazzin' Imperial wizards, Staten, knife game off the chain And I'm with four hundred with wagons yo Live wires, shoot darts for bread Any map, I assist that, I'm holdin' it, all dead What? Battle for cake and wizzes, we do it straight business All mount ride, ain't no fake, reminisce, spit faces Pissin' on the fake little swindler's list Rae gave them cake, battle the gun, you're wildin' I might levitatate well, I might take ya, push up, stylin' it Oxes, reefers, police need us, the regime of Shaolin With Queens re-up, with the poisonous hand Remember y'all, no commercial, I hurt you, yo go get ya mans All that money is us, now what's wit' us? Eh yo all around hungry, that's us and can't get nothin' get it Eh yo all that money, all them All them shorties, everybody yell "All lovely" All that money is us, now what's wit' us? Eh yo all around hungry, that's us and can't get nothin' get it Eh yo all that money, all them All them shorties, everybody yell "All lovely" Eh yo select me, Gucci sneaker recipe Not the S dot Carters, no disrespect but respect me One of the top five gangstas alive My element is just the Elliott Ness, who hide Yo I ran from some that was police These heard about me bringin' marked money in I had the whole east I've been the greatest, been flippin' the latest Somethin' like the new haggler on the Ave Ham it up, pullin' haze And all the young niggas praise me It's like the talent of the Six Million Dollar Man 'Yana pace, come on, banana squeeze Aim at these Caravans, heard he had his man And that ugly Keish' comin' from a galaxy of hood Hard real people gettin' ki's wit' the media, it's all good All that money is us, now what's wit' us? Eh yo all around hungry, that's us and can't get nothin' get it Eh yo all that money, all them All them shorties, everybody yell "All lovely" All that money is us, now what's wit' us? Eh yo all around hungry, that's us and can't get nothin' get it Eh yo all that money, all them All them shorties, everybody yell "All lovely" © STONE DIAMOND MUSIC CORPORATION; BMG SONGS, INC.; CAREERS-BMG MUSIC PUBLISHING INC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com