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Sauce Money lyrics What's That, Fuck That lyrics Y'all muthafuckas is sadly mistaken I think - I don't really think y'all understand What it is that I exactly do I make joints for the radio And all that, youknowmsayin? But this is my shit right here, yo We can just get right to it Hope they can fuck with it [ VERSE 1 ] I can make joints all day, never touch a average Sauce, hot shit, ain't nothin but a marriage Skills that I possess, niggas die to have it Hip-hop muthafucka, I rap like a savage Automatics for faggots who brag about fabrics Mad blood on your carriage, no love for you addict I roast all y'all niggas, homicide closed, die most It's suicide fuckin with me, try toast Fuck cats talkin first class but fly coach The laugh is over, Mr. Half-a-Soda You're at your quota, I'm halfway to Minnesota The seat 1a sippin a ice cold ??Momossa?? Never sober, when I awake I can make a wish Head from the bitch servant or steak and fish Arouse my meat till I'm sound asleep Gettin brain surgery at 33'000 feet A nigga knocked out till I hit the ground and creeped Limo, five star hotel and a suite Once earnin I come turnin for cunt squirmin Bitches who front learnin, yearnin to keep the blunt burnin [ CHORUS ] Niggas pop shit, war, peace, what's that? I'm goin to war with my niggas, I love that Show me the baddest chick, I'ma touch that I bust a slug first - (2x) [ VERSE 2 ] Part II to the rec off, son, get your check on Check off, cats better step off or get stepped on Niggas I pump lead creepin on me Put your head to bed for sleepin on me What, a hip-hop legend with gut 22 bitches and my wife in the cut Fuck that, weak niggas blaze em up Where all my Marcy muthafuckas at? (Raise em up!) Half rock diamonds the size of glaciers, what? Other half rock vests and spit razors up I'm a major nut who used to lay em out Get head but let my man fuck em and play em out Pushed my name up, '99 got my aim up Shit ain't bein handled correctly - changed up Never looked in haste, but I shook the place Can't defend your click, why you took the case? Cats get shook with AIDS, nines and fives Double-fours, tear gas, infrareds and knives Anything to survive, like how a vulture get 'Stayin alive', John Travolta shit I toast your click, disrespect what you supposed to get Your homebase yawnin next to a sculptured dick I got the most focussed click, it's hopeless, bitch Sauce Money keep the dopest hits [ CHORUS ] [ VERSE 3 ] Here's some inspiration for all you slackers I used to work in the mailroom, pushin cars for bastards They had the nicest muthafucka changin water and shit Lookin through a supply book, orderin shit It never really hit me until I thought of the shit My muthafuckin pay close to borderin shit I thought about runnin off with a bitch Until I picked up a microphone and started slaughterin shit Reputation grew, niggas on my dick Then I got real brand new and wrote a hit 3 million sold, baby still chillin when it's cold Sauce don't change, only money fold Fuck y'all, the easiest way to word it: Public broadcast, fuck who heard it All that slick shit is gonna get you murdered Nothin to fear except fear itself, I'm here to help Come with niggas, run with niggas Have fun with niggas, hold guns with niggas See the sun with niggas, shoot fair ones with niggas Subtract from the sum when I'm done with niggas [ CHORUS ] 2000 shit Legend Marley Marl Sauce Muthafuckin MIDDLE FINGER U. Other Sauce Money lyrics: For My Hustlaz lyrics Pre-Game lyrics What We Do lyrics We Gonna Rock lyrics Love & War lyrics Middle Finger U lyrics Do You See lyrics Face Off 2000 lyrics Intruder Alert lyrics Say Unkle lyrics What's My Name lyrics |