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

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

Thick bitches in the spot, them strip for the sport
Spit vicious for the block, yeah we a torch
Stick niggaz for they shit, thank for they support
Quick nigga, better quit snitchin' down at the
Check track a little and try to go on my Forbes
we stackin' like we rich, and we holdin' the fort
This time, we had to bring it, what we brought
The hottest to bang 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
all in your whip, turn the key and drive
Make a million yeah we gonna make five
We the truth and we ain't talkin' no jive
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 back on the
Like I went on a and I'm back from my trip
Nuff radio rotation like I'm a ship
Or when the team the block, busy trailin' my clique
Truck 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 the clap when it drip

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

Grab ahold of the masses, I was with a gift
be runnin' they trap, throw 'em over the cliff
Thinkin' and the Guinness, busy holdin' the spliff
and shittin' on niggaz 'til we old and we stiff
I don't even 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 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 yeah 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 you know we only come to get it