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

For sure, spit rogue, get more 'bout to kick in the
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 workers on the strip be ready for war
Brick I flip a little quicker if they in the store
Rip, 'til they drop, and they shit in they drawers
Shit when I pop, and I'm grippin' the four

Thick in the spot, watch them strip for the sport
Spit vicious for the block, we swingin' a torch
Stick for they shit, thank them for they support
Quick nigga, better quit down at the court
Check track a slick and try to go on my Forbes
Cause we like we rich, and we holdin' the fort
time, we had to bring it, guess what we brought
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, the key and drive
Make a yeah we gonna make about five
We speak the and we ain't talkin' no jive
I'm speakin' to the streets and everybody's 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 rotation like I'm sailin' a ship
Or when the team circle the block, busy 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 butt you in the face, and fatten your lip
Blood hit the floor louder the clap when it drip

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

Grab ahold of the masses, I was with a gift
be runnin' they trap, throw '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 whips, throw the shit on the lift
12 hours, one worker do the whole of the
I do the thing to make you open your
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 your whip, the key and drive
Make a million yeah we gonna make about
We the truth and we ain't talkin' no jive
I'm to the streets and everybody's with it
again you know we only come to get it