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Ayo Green... I feel I'm turnin green too!
From Bill Bixby!... to incredible Hulk shit!
I don't even know why u give me like this to spit to?
I'm sure we speak the language
you bitches... pay me!

1:]
(HAA)
Wait a minute... came to go get it... ranger
Whenever it come to paper... better know I'm major it
Make it rain a major blizzard... alligator lizard
I Talledega any challenger name a didgit
Even if on the slightest you take a smidget or dare touch my I slice you with the razor quit it
Icey till I it frigid... (BURRRR)...
The laws of physics it's getting cold... my money taller than a hall of midgets
I get up all up in it
Kickin down the (Who is it!?)
Bitch I be the crew of bill collectors... pay the mall a
After cleanin bank accounts you questioned if I gave a shit if not I the truth so you could tell em that the player did

It(HEYAAA)
It's ok I say a it's the mayor bititch slayer givin you another layer of the data tritick
Bust rhymes... hittin you punch lines
Funny how I dimes... bitch you know I want mine
Where my money? !

I ain't speakin foreign... you know what I'm
have my bread nigga I ain't playin
(Bitch... where my money?)
Mark every word spoken, better sell your
If you I'm jokin?
(muhfucker... where my money?)
Think I still ain't crazy cause I cut my
And if you my cake I'm off side of your head
(bitch where my money?)

2:]
(OHHHH)
Critical pitifull I'm cynical
How I deliver lyricals and take these other niggas
contraversy I'm so thirsty go no mercy
For some of bitches... I collect my money now and later
Keep it movin with the clique... making bitches hit the strip
Cake up I wake I RATE the way my money flip
I want mine... borderline... call it crime... all the shine I'm takin it
Ain't no mistakin it what's yours is mine
No need to second guess it check I'm the gloss and grind the gritty and the floss, the and the loss all intertwined
I profit from your losses
You want it... you should get it
In the hood with you money... I extended my line of
The medic... doctor that put you on a dihharettic shrinkin up a nigga pockets
Simple style pathetic
rhymes... hittin you with punch lines
Funny how I fuck dimes... you know I want mine
Where my money? !

I ain't speakin foreign... you what I'm saying
Better my bread nigga I ain't playin
(Bitch... my fucking money?)
Mark every spoken, better sell your pussy
If you I'm jokin?
(Muhfucker... where my money?)
Think I still ain't crazy I cut my dread
And if you short my I'm off side of your head
(bitch my fuckin money?)