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Ayo Green... I feel like I'm turnin too!
From Bill Bixby!... to incredible Hulk shit!
I don't even know why u give me shit like this to to?
I'm sure we the same 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 with it
it rain a major blizzard... leather alligator lizard
I Talledega race any name a didgit
Even if on the slightest you a smidget or dare touch my revenue 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 taller than a hall of
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 tell the 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 layer of the data tritick
Bust rhymes... hittin you with lines
Funny how I fuck dimes... bitch you I want mine
Where my money? !

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

2:]
(OHHHH)
Critical pitifull I'm cynical
How I deliver lyricals and take these other paper
Topsy-tervy contraversy I'm so thirsty go no
For of these bitches... I collect 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 it's mine... borderline... call 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 grind the and the floss, the profit and the loss all intertwined
Because I from your losses
You don't want it... you get it
In the with you money... I extended my line of credit
The medic... doctor ryhmes that put you on a dihharettic shrinkin up a nigga
niggaz style pathetic
Bust rhymes... you with punch lines
Funny how I fuck dimes... bitch you know I want
Where my fuckin !

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