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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 shit this to spit to?
I'm sure we the same language
you bitches... pay me!

1:]
(HAA)
Wait a minute... to go get it... ranger fitted
Whenever it come to paper... better know I'm major it
it rain a major blizzard... leather alligator lizard
I Talledega race any 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 says it's getting cold... my money than a hall of midgets
I get up all up in it
Kickin the door (Who is it!?)
Bitch I be the crew of collectors... pay the mall a visit
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 prayer it's the mayor bititch slayer givin you another layer of the data
Bust rhymes... hittin you with punch
Funny how I fuck dimes... you know I want mine
Where my fuckin !

I speakin foreign... you know what I'm saying
have my bread nigga I ain't playin
(Bitch... where my money?)
Mark every word spoken, better sell pussy
If you think I'm
(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?)

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

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