[Chorus:] To all my bitches in the spot lookin´ real fly An´ all my niggas wit the corner locked gettin´ high An´ all my playas world wide it´s the shot or die Getcha paper, getcha dough, getcha shit right [x2]
First off, ya´ll niggas know I don´t slouch An´ as a kid I done did the shit you talkin´ about I´m from the South Ya heard Where niggas fly birds outta Impalas
Live lavish From ATL to Dallas an´ the little palace Goin´ once, goin´ twice Everyday, livin´ nice In the grey wit the ice Makin´ money rollin´ dice Livin´ the life That ya´ll dream of Puttin´ niggas outta buissiness like Sony did to Sena You seen us The green stuff An nuttin´ else that´s all I collect I got the hots like the Lox Money, Power and Respect An´ I can damn the check That any of ya´ll niggas spit I stay hittin´
I ain´t bullshittin´(he ain´t bullshittin´) Nigga Wit more glitter Than M.J. It´s all pimp play When it comes to me An´ ya´ll muthafuckas know how JD gets down An´ those who don´t it´s a new sheriff in town Feel me now
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[Mad Rapper:] Yo, let me tell you were I´m at ya´ll Shits kinda sad ya´ll If you ride the buses or trains Watch ya back ya´ll Who think he stallin?
I still ain´t ballin´ An´ I got wild bills An´ a crowd that keeps callin´ My dogs wanna hang(bark) My bitches wanna bang But it don´t mean a thang When all you got is change That´s why my women ain´t dimes Not even close to nines Sorta like fives and sixes Wit scars and stiches Type of bitches that spit in yo´ face like Alomar Broke hoes without a car snatchin´ fruit from salad bars Which one of ya´ll come on, test me now Me not goin´ nowhere, you don´t impress me now So next time you see me up in them clubs
I´m probably scemin´ While you at the bar Brick hard and fiendin´ I wait for 4 o´clock when yo´ drunk ass is leavin´ Cause I paid to get in An´ now I gotta pray teethin´
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[DMX:] Niggas goin´ to parties Thousand dollar shoes and jewels You Begets what I be wantin´ so I be bringin´ the tool Tryin´ to snatch up all that ice that you came in An´ nigga D be flippin´, yeah, money, it´s the same shit
What you thought Cause you bought A joint You might be able to creep a nigga When he ain´t on point An´ I can see it in yo´ eyes that you comin´ closer than tryin´ An´ every step you take brings yo´ ass closer to dyin´ An´ I don´t flow wit the dough cause money comes and goes Gimme the love of my thugs Hoodrats and hoes An´ I´m good Cause muthafucka I´m stain´ in the hood An´ I´m gon´ rip till I´m stiff like wood You wishin´ that you could Keep it as real as me
An´ you gon´ know that the pain that you feel is me When I get ill it be Some next shit Darkman Muthafuckin X shit Wreck shit For respect bitch