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

For sure, rogue, get more 'bout to kick in the door
Dick sore, split whores 'til they on the floor
more sick from when you use to see us before
Shit, kill a nigga, quick, niggaz my rapport
Keep workers on the strip be ready for war
Brick I a little quicker if they shit in the store
Rip, maybe 'til drop, and they 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, we swingin' a torch
Stick niggaz for they shit, thank them for support
Quick nigga, better quit snitchin' at the court
Check a little 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 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 whip, turn the key and drive
Make a million we gonna make about five
We the truth and we ain't talkin' no jive
I'm speakin' to the streets and with it
again you know we only come to get it

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

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

Grab ahold of the masses, I was born with a
Niggaz be runnin' 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 drive whips, the shit on the lift
12 hours, one worker do the whole of the
I do the thing to make you open 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 we gonna make about five
We speak the truth and we talkin' no jive
I'm speakin' to the streets and everybody's it
again you know we only come to get it