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

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

Thick in the spot, watch them strip for the sport
Spit vicious for the block, yeah we swingin' a
Stick niggaz for they shit, thank them for support
Quick nigga, better snitchin' down at the court
Check track a slick 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 from 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 about
We speak the truth and we talkin' no jive
I'm to the streets and everybody's with it
Once again you we only come to get it

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

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

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

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 yeah we gonna make 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 only to get it