Lyrics: Cox, Malik
Music: Cox, Malik
(Featuring Sauce Money/Memphis Bleek/The Game)
[Intro: DJ KaySlay]
Yeah it's DJ KaySlay the Drama King
I'm in the house with my nigga Sauce Mone
Memphis Bleek, holdin it down from the East coast
And from the West, I got my nigga Gam
All you b***h-ass niggaz, y'all better fall the **** bac
Y'all know how this shit is about to go dow
Yo homie, what's your name?
[Sauce Money]
My name is Money, that much is true
Listen up, this what I'm gon' do
I won't wait for you to get a lil' bigger
I hit you with the tec-9, lil' mother****e
Look at him - red as a mother****e
Hah! Dead as a mother****e
Unassisted - aiyyo you shoulda
Been there Bleek, too late, you missed it
************* back my biscuit
Like a fat chick and chocolate, I can't resist it
Didn't believe you, so for your big ol' ego
I got a big ol' Eagle
Gotta give the people
Not a ****ing chance to see you inside the seque
Son I stay stuck in rude
So when they see me comin they like, "Damn, here come this ****** dude!"
You know'm sayin Memph'?
Brooklyn what's up?
Got to take this shit bac
Let's hit 'em with the hook son
[Chorus: Memphis Bleek]
Sawed-off shotgun, hand on the pump
Sippin that Arme', puffin on a blunt
All I know is my shit better bum
La la la la la-la la lahhhh
[Memphis Bleek]
What, yo yo.
You know Bleek always smokin that "La La La" - you right
Groupies they be actin too crazy, tell 'em they too hype
They want leave with a G like Eas'
Educated the bullshit, got a degree in these street
But - I dare a mother****er act all craz
The tec'll tear his back all crazy
And you know I stay bent off the Arme'
Regardless if solo or I'm deep with my amry
I rep - straight from the jacked M-P
If I put the tec up I gotta tote the D.E
But wait! You know I'm ridin with Sauce
And we ridin this song from out the Robb Report
Dawg, I'm from the street, from the best I'm taught
I'll get your man tied and lost, **** the cos
Got a couple of my killers who stand by
And I'm G-Force stat' mother****er, never fly stand-b
Uhh, jeah, you know
Put this shit right back in the street, huh
Brooklyn mother****er, Sauc
Let's bring the hook back, here we go yo
[Chorus]
[The Game]
Dip through N-Y, black Impala, matchin interior
Cali plates, I'm that serious
Niggas think the kid a jok
'til that .38-revolver spin like hundred spokes
Homie I bring the drama (drama)
Sleep on The Game and get left in wooden pajamas
B***h I ain't easy so
But I break up rock/Roc like DipSet and M-Easy son
I'm a B-L-double-O-D
Hardest mother****er since S-N-double-O-
And all this beef got blood in my eye
Aftermath mother****er, you could love it or di
Keep Dre name out your mouth boy
Or get your +Bones Crushed+ like them Dirty South boys
I'm a 'Menace,' mother****er Kane and O-Do
Since I was ten I had 'caine and O's, dawg
I ain't lyin (I ain't lyin)
They gave Eazy AIDS, so why should I give a **** about dyin'
And the day Jay retire
I'ma park next to the throne, in a Maybach on gold wires, yeah
[Chorus]
[Outro: DJ KaySlay]
Yeah you b***h-ass mother****er
"Hands on the Pump"
****ing around, find yo' ass slum
One hitta quitta, yes [gunshots]