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

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

Thick in the spot, watch them strip for the sport
Spit for the block, yeah we swingin' a torch
Stick niggaz for they shit, thank them for they
Quick nigga, better snitchin' down 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 your whip, turn the key and
Make a million yeah we make about five
We speak the truth and we ain't talkin' no
I'm speakin' to the and everybody's with it
again you know we only 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
radio rotation like I'm sailin' a ship
Or when the team circle the block, trailin' 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, split and fatten lip
Blood hit the floor louder than the clap when it

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

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

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 speak the truth and we talkin' no jive
I'm to the streets and everybody's with it
Once again you know we come to get it