Turn the all the way Turn the lights all the way What? Yeah, on, Big flow on, yeah, come on
Yo, yo JAY, I sick Fuck all y'all haters dick I spits the game for those throw bricks Money, cash, hoes, money, cash, chicks,
Sex and mayhem romance for the street Only wife of is a life of crime And since life's a bitch in mini skirts and big How can I not with death
That's life's a nigga, long as prevent us We gonna sin a lot and pray to Christ, us Fuck it, ice the wrists and the price on these niggaz Y'all can't floss on my
I'll invite you all to get wit us if ya ball is When I go all the playaz wall my picture If you get close you can read the scripture It reads money, cash, hoes, how was that nigga, what?
Money, cash, hoes, money, cash, hoes, Money, cash, hoes, money, cash, hoes, uhh Money, cash, hoes, money, cash, hoes, on Money, cash, hoes, what? Hoes, what? Hoes,
Money, cash, hoes, money, cash, hoes, Money, cash, hoes, money, cash, hoes, uhh Money, cash, hoes, money, cash, hoes, on Money, cash, hoes, what? Hoes, Hoes, what?
Flavors platinum and gold touch Y'all rap now, money lets slow it up try to stop Jay Z to no luck Roc A Fella CEO, what? What?
Us the villains, your feelings While y'all hate we in the upper millions What's the dealing', huh, it's like New York's been since Snoop came through and crushed the buildings
I'm tryin' to restore the feeling' the law keep dealin' More money, more cash, more I they gone criticize the hook on this song Like I give a fuck I'm just a crook on this
Bed Stuy Brooknon took on the Shit, I led a life you can write a on Sex and mayhem romance for the street Man and I tell ya it'll be the seller
Money, cash, hoes, money, cash, hoes, Money, cash, hoes, money, cash, hoes, uhh Money, cash, hoes, money, cash, hoes, on Money, cash, hoes, what? Hoes, Hoes, what?
Money, cash, hoes, money, cash, hoes, Money, cash, hoes, money, cash, hoes, uhh Money, cash, hoes, money, cash, hoes, on Money, cash, hoes, what? Hoes, what? Hoes,
DMX and my bite Jigga, my rhyme all night Thugs for life one night with this rap Let 'em go and I bet they know happen
we clap shit Actin' we owe 'em somethin' Then we show 'em Talk greasy I think they found 'em down the road or
Fuckin' wit a madman in a bad like fuckin' wit a mad dog that wasn't fed food The only thats stoppin' him is you, what? 'Cos the only that he'll be droppin' is you, what?
Topic in two Drop it to Clue and the response the street This was one dog that loves raw
But gettin' back to just 'cos I love my I shed blood for my Let a nigga holler where my All I'ma hear is right my nigga, come on
Money, cash, hoes, money, cash, hoes, Money, cash, hoes, money, cash, hoes, uhh Money, cash, hoes, money, cash, hoes, on Money, cash, hoes, what? Hoes, Hoes, what?
Money, cash, hoes, money, cash, hoes, Money, cash, hoes, money, cash, hoes, uhh Money, cash, hoes, money, cash, hoes, on Money, cash, hoes, Hoes, what? Hoes, what?
Roc A shit, uh, uh Ryders, my nigga Swizz Uh, uh, uh, uh Dont Biatch Uh, uh, uh, Inspect the yo Inspect the yo