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"It's new!"
Yeah! yeah, Busta bust down, now
I know you all feel like doin'
Go 'head and your whip in the fuckin' wall
It's cool, niggaz, we busy

For sure, spit rogue, get 'bout to kick in the door
sore, split whores 'til they shit on the floor
Clique sick from when you use to see us before
Shit, kill a nigga, quick, know my rapport
Keep workers on the strip be ready for war
I flip a little quicker if they shit in the store
Rip, maybe 'til they drop, and they shit in drawers
Shit crazy I pop, and I'm grippin' the four

Thick in the spot, watch them strip for the sport
Spit vicious for the block, yeah we swingin' a
Stick niggaz for shit, thank them for they support
Quick nigga, quit snitchin' down at the court
Check track a little and try to go on my Forbes
Cause we like we rich, and we holdin' the fort
This time, we had to bring it, what we brought
The shit to bang from L.A. to the streets of New York

All my people, get drunk, get
Get money, get rich, get fly
Get stupid, get busy, get
Jump all in your whip, the key and drive
Make a yeah we gonna make about five
We speak the truth and we talkin' no jive
I'm speakin' to the and everybody's with it
again you know we only come to get it

Ha, I stay wicked now I'm on the strip
Like I on a vacation and I'm back from my trip
Nuff radio rotation like I'm a ship
Or when the team circle the block, busy trailin' my
Truck packed full of niggaz the strap and the whip
Get the gat out of the stash, put it on my hip
Gat butt you in the face, and fatten your lip
Blood hit the floor than the clap when it drip

I credit your name bullets, read the back of the script
My initials engraved on the back of the clip
Chicks love the way we roll, how the is thick
So official my name's on the back of your bitch
Pay for the name on the back of the stitch
like the whole city now I'm changin' the pitch
Kick back kinda when I'm holdin' the fifth
you nicer than the God, shit is only a myth

Grab of the masses, I was born with a gift
Niggaz be they trap, throw 'em over the cliff
and drinkin' the Guinness, busy holdin' the spliff
Flippin' and shittin' on niggaz we old and we stiff
I don't even drive whips, the shit on the lift
12 hours, one worker do the of the shift
I do the thing to make you your mouth
And give you shit to the midwest and the rest of the south

All my people, get drunk, get
Get money, get rich, get fly
Get stupid, get busy, get
Jump all in your whip, the key and drive
a million yeah we gonna make about five
We speak the and we ain't talkin' no jive
I'm speakin' to the streets and everybody's it
again you know we only come to get it