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Ayo Green... I feel I'm turnin green too!
From Bill Bixby!... to some 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... fitted
Whenever it come to paper... better I'm major with it
Make it rain a major blizzard... leather lizard
I Talledega race any name a didgit
Even if on the slightest you take a smidget or dare touch my revenue I you with the razor quit it
till I make it frigid... (BURRRR)...
The of physics says it's getting cold... my money taller than a hall of midgets
I get up all up in it
down the door (Who is it!?)
Bitch I be the of bill collectors... pay the mall a visit
After cleanin bank accounts you questioned if I a shit if not I tell the truth so you could tell em that the player did

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

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

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

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