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[Verse 1: Money]
I was raised in the era
Getting money niggas was off of heroin
Nowadays, they in jail or broke
Hot as hell, that's a fact -- watch you rat on folks
I say broke nigga raised 'em?
Where's the loyalty in game?
Been doing ice for years, you met David Blaine
What you want? A Rollie, cuban link, a big
All these rap wearing the same thing
Talking this riff, but only a few
whip, that's that mussain, nigga
I'm too

Fred Money]
You see, leaders and there's followers
I'm too busy getting to acknowledge ya
You see, there's leaders and there's
I'm too busy chips to acknowledge ya

2: J.R. Writer]
I'm the era of the crack
Different level rap
My is wack
He can never get a
I'm a veteran, evident
I'm than you cats
Nigga than, it's light
Edison know that
When I rap, you can
Little bit of Big, bit of L
bit of Pac, little bit of Pun
You don't my shit? You can go to hell
Hold up -- I'm here,
Snapping on you
to tell you, but your favorite rapper is a weirdo
Yeah, I'm the best
It's the Harlem
Sickening, tell God it's chess
I put the song to
lady fam said she dig it, R is fresh
Wanna take her and dig in my Armani sweats
Keep broad in check
Who said he spar with death?
Shhhh -- it's quiet I'm on the set
bitches that you want
I hit 'em when I
in the jump off of Henny and a blunt
Jodeci, got my diamonds all at once
She know it's me, Mercedes sprinter in the front
Chump, look me up -- ain't no hotter the pen
I'm dope; shoot me up -- I just got under skin
Must be getting thinking I ain't sick as him
He getting fly, he's just following a trend
And again, this is what you obviously
I'm too busy getting busy to you cats