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

1:]
(HAA)
Wait a minute... to go get it... ranger fitted
Whenever it come to paper... better I'm major with it
Make it rain a major blizzard... leather lizard
I Talledega race any challenger name a
Even if on the slightest you take a smidget or dare touch my I slice you with the razor quit it
till I make 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 collectors... pay the mall a visit
After bank accounts you questioned if I gave 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 layer of the tritick
Bust rhymes... hittin you with lines
how I fuck dimes... bitch you know I want mine
Where my money? !

I ain't speakin foreign... you know I'm saying
Better have my bread nigga I playin
(Bitch... my fucking money?)
every word spoken, better sell your 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?)

2:]
(OHHHH)
Critical it's pitifull I'm
How I deliver lyricals and take these other niggas
Topsy-tervy contraversy I'm so go no mercy
For some of these bitches... I my money now and later
Keep it movin with the clique... while making bitches hit the
Cake up I wake I RATE the way my money flip
I want it's mine... borderline... it crime... all the shine I'm takin it
Ain't no mistakin it nigga what's yours is
No to second guess it check I'm the gloss and grind the gritty and the floss, the profit and the loss all intertwined
Because I profit your losses
You want it... you should 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 pockets
Simple niggaz style
rhymes... hittin you with punch lines
Funny how I fuck dimes... bitch you know I want
Where my money? !

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