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

For sure, spit rogue, get more 'bout to kick in the
Dick sore, split whores 'til they shit on the
Clique more sick from when you use to see us
Shit, kill a nigga, quick, niggaz my rapport
workers on the strip that be ready for war
Brick I flip a little quicker if shit in the store
Rip, maybe 'til drop, and they shit in they drawers
Shit when I pop, and I'm grippin' 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 snitchin' down at the court
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 shit 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
Jump all in your whip, turn the key and
Make a million yeah we gonna about five
We speak the truth and we 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 on the strip
I went on a vacation and I'm back from my trip
Nuff radio rotation like I'm sailin' a
Or when the circle the block, busy 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 your 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 back of the
love the way we roll, how the movement is thick
So official like my on the back of your bitch
Pay triple for the name on the back of the
Name like the whole city now I'm changin' the
Kick back crazy when I'm holdin' the fifth
Think you nicer the God, shit is only a myth

ahold of the masses, I was born with a gift
Niggaz be runnin' they trap, 'em over the cliff
Thinkin' and drinkin' the Guinness, busy the spliff
Flippin' and on niggaz 'til we old and we stiff
I don't even drive whips, throw the shit on the
12 hours, one do the whole of the shift
I do the to make you open your 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 your whip, turn the key and
Make a million yeah we make about five
We speak the truth and we ain't no jive
I'm speakin' to the streets and with it
Once you know we only come to get it