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

For sure, spit rogue, get 'bout to kick 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
I flip a little quicker if they shit in the store
Rip, maybe 'til they drop, and they in they drawers
Shit crazy when I pop, and I'm the four

Thick bitches in the spot, watch them for the sport
Spit vicious for the block, yeah we swingin' a
Stick niggaz for they shit, them for they support
Quick nigga, better quit down at the court
Check a little slick and try to go on my Forbes
Cause we stackin' like we rich, and we holdin' the
This time, we had to it, guess what we brought
The hottest shit to bang from L.A. to the 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, the key and drive
a million yeah we gonna make about five
We speak the and we ain't talkin' no jive
I'm to the streets and everybody's 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 vacation and I'm back from my
Nuff radio rotation like I'm sailin' a
Or when the team circle the block, busy trailin' my
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, split and your lip
Blood hit the louder than the clap when it drip

I credit your name with bullets, read the of the script
My initials engraved on the back of the clip
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 on the back of the stitch
Name like the city now I'm changin' the pitch
back kinda crazy when I'm holdin' the fifth
Think you nicer than the God, is only a myth

Grab ahold of the masses, I was born with a
Niggaz be runnin' they trap, 'em over the cliff
and drinkin' the Guinness, busy holdin' the spliff
Flippin' and shittin' on niggaz 'til we old and we
I don't even drive whips, throw the on the lift
12 hours, one worker do the of the shift
I do the to make 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 million yeah we gonna make about
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