[Chorus: Trigga - Money Operation] We famous Outlaws with the force the Money Makers when we bang we be regulators Player haters can't us 'cause the thugs obey us Bust a to save us
[Joe Straight missle, spit gristle, snapper time Pop the off of Anaheims, tropic refined Extortin air time, imported the Mason-Dixon Line Look at my eyes, fake fucks describe 'em paralyzed, analyze the lies Kinetic, my word is all I have, trash Monster mash, ass on the war path Suffer land, give a fuck, grand the Pan Am My Van Damme, the shit was suntan VA so tanned, without the beenie rap, Hoodini rap, stack, Lambourghini crash Kiss the genie lamp, big, excellency No shit, wrong recipe, war speciality the headless heat
[Trigga - Money Operation] Recognize, direct from them that fantasize It's nigga Trigga, Medallion Isle drug dealer I slaughter on the reels, no more dough waste This paper chase got me in the eyes of Brutalize projects, caught up with the True villain, I vacate I'm Cold Chillin Niggaz spillin, picture the man, ice Gats with the muffle, groove on my hustle For 25 of tears and no fears Money Makers, takin it, yeah Let it be clear, Medallion Isle, we Ga Bow move man, woman and child It's the swarm, Russ Prez smokin a Far norm, life legacy live long Represent, I in eternal torment Often survivors of abortion, lampin in Forcin, yea, wrap tear in extortions Yea, big before I hit the porcellain
Knob - K.G.B.] The K, the G, the B, Ill Knob bring the 'cause I don't got for these faggots, they frontin But I'm about to break em out the havoc the fire I water, what you order? You would run far the slaughter I'm out whoevers in the order the hitch out, no out I'm bloody, nigga, get your rich out A nigga ditch out for yourself and your 'cause I don't want layin, handin me I'm life, profanity, insanity Because I'm not sane, When I rockin on the block I to push my cane Got to in this life, baby, times is trife Have to be on my side if you my wife No knife come between us, married to my Niggaz see this, playa hate and try to be It's hard to beat us and you wanna be this When you warmin up ya fist, you don't wanna be Buck! Buck! Bust a slug back, what the
This is yea, burners, made Tina Turner dance you kidin me, only my man bust outta me I was slicin the pot by about a three for them niggaz that snitch, whoever shot at me? All up on my shit, pussies plottin days to 'bout a week Wu-Syndicate, most 'cross the E-N-T Entire, niggaz and raid the empire Where the stash at? Cryin, he broke, a liar Yolk for the smoke, back room, medallion man Now kneal, no jokes, get back, take it, no moat Joke, lock the dough, pussy, down, lay down Slow Napolean, get the tape, cave it for cash flow Biography, million of my fans get robbery A to Z enyclopedia, color Penitentuary rhyme, soft get they ass Street turn, speakin, you know the math bitch niggaz ballerina, pull up they tu-tu Smacked up in of your bra, what his man do? Eyes gluded to my right Don't rush me, what that bitch scream? through traffic like lightnin My boss screamin, yellin for wifin You see shit, another hit, Wu-Syndicate Myalansky, Joe Mafia, Napolean, on Brando rap, your rolie on '97 bar, storm door, war was on '98, a twisted rate, kidnap and solemnly to my pa', give my last call, the shoe horn Don't shoot guys, calmly move on, totally we on We above your cleaner, who clapped, Sally seen her Black '97 beamer, niggaz ballerina dance
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