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"It's new!"
Yeah! yeah, Busta bust down, now
I know you all feel like doin'
Go 'head and crash your in the fuckin' wall
It's cool, niggaz, we gets

For sure, spit rogue, get 'bout to kick in the door
sore, split whores 'til they shit on the floor
Clique more sick when you use to see us before
Shit, kill a nigga, quick, niggaz my rapport
Keep on the strip that be ready for war
Brick I flip a little quicker if they shit in the
Rip, maybe 'til they drop, and shit in they drawers
crazy when I pop, and I'm grippin' the four

Thick bitches in the spot, watch strip for the sport
Spit vicious for the block, yeah we swingin' a
Stick niggaz for they shit, thank them for they
nigga, better quit snitchin' down at the court
Check track a little and try to go on my Forbes
Cause we stackin' we rich, and we holdin' the fort
This time, we had to bring it, guess what we
The hottest shit to bang L.A. to the streets of New York

All my people, get drunk, get
Get money, get rich, get fly
Get stupid, get busy, get
Jump all in your whip, turn the key and
Make a million yeah we gonna make five
We speak the truth and we ain't talkin' no
I'm speakin' to the streets and with it
Once again you know we come to get it

Ha, I stay wicked now I'm on the strip
Like I went on a and I'm back from my trip
Nuff radio rotation like I'm a ship
Or when the team circle the block, trailin' my clique
Truck packed full of niggaz with the strap and the
Get the gat out of the stash, put it on my hip
Gat you in the face, split and fatten your lip
Blood hit the floor louder than the when it drip

I credit your name with bullets, read the of the script
My victim's engraved on the back of the clip
Chicks the way we roll, how the movement is thick
So official my name's on the back of your bitch
Pay triple for the name on the of the stitch
Name like the whole now I'm changin' the pitch
Kick back kinda when I'm holdin' the fifth
Think you nicer than the God, shit is only a

ahold of the masses, I was born with a gift
Niggaz be runnin' they trap, 'em over the cliff
Thinkin' and drinkin' the Guinness, holdin' the spliff
Flippin' and shittin' on niggaz we old and we stiff
I don't drive whips, throw the shit on the lift
12 hours, one do the whole of the shift
I do the thing to you open your mouth
And give you shit to bang the midwest and the rest of the

All my people, get drunk, get
Get money, get rich, get fly
Get stupid, get busy, get
Jump all in whip, turn the key and drive
Make a million we gonna make about five
We speak the truth and we ain't talkin' no
I'm speakin' to the streets and everybody's it
Once again you know we come to get it