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

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

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