(feat. Young Droop)
[Intro: Bizzy]

Bizzy Bone, we 'bout to do this

Family members from all around (we are true!)

Gather around (get the troopers)

And they say this shit here is underground

but I know that we are over ground

(We gon' get this money, fuck that shit!)

Yeah, holla at your boy (one time boyyyy)

Eat honey and locus locus (locus)

I gotta stay focused focused (I gotta stay focused)

Ain't down for the hocus pocus, hocus pocus

Hocus pocus (stay focused and sharpen on this)

Eat honey and locus lucus

(I don't give a fuck what you got on me, you know I got nuts)

I gotta stay focused focused (c'mon nigga)

You know I stay focused focused, Bizzy Bone (you better get yo' money)

One time for they mind (honor nigga, honor nigga!)

Holla at me boy



[Chorus: Bizzy Bone]

With a 20 dollar bill, bill bill

We gon' flip this bitch and get some mo' dough (we gon' flip this bitch!)

And won't you tell 'em what we do with the pape's (won't you tell 'em?)

We stack that bread yeah, yeahhhh

And we don't fuck around with haters or no hoes no more

(fuck around... whassup Abraham?) Get up out that do'

With a 20 dollar bill, bill bill (c'mon boy, buck buck!)

We gon' flip this bitch and get some mo' dough (flip this bitch!)

And won't you tell 'em what we do with the pape's

We stack that bread yeah, yeahhhh

And we don't fuck around with haters or no hoes no more

(Don't fuck around boy, with no haters up in here no mo')



[Bizzy Bone]

Homies, enemies wanna be, never they gonna be, anything comin to Bizzy

Get rid of me now, not even payin attention I mention we stuck in the kizzy

City to city, we keepin it movin and doin it, smokin embalming fluid

Sherm I'm high, oh so high, riddle me now and show them how we do it

Get to it, ruin this the way it should be done

then we jet 'em and we bet 'em a grand 

Now give me the boot, the fam, Philomina my gran

and Macedonia feelin me man

Runnin with that hour, that glass, that sand that shifted

that gifted, that lifted and we're never alone 

Call up the Bone as if I've run out of money (I need some money in this bitch)

and yes it's funny and this gold they come and welcome me home

Right through that mystical, critical thinkin and critical drinkin

The blink of an eye, better be careful when wakin my mind 

Tell 'em the truth I don't need to lie 

Feelin embarrassed and baby I was straight up walkin in truthfulness

And never again do I have to worry about Ruthless

ROO! Give me that paper paper paper paper

We got to escape that, never get caught up by that raper, raper

See that's that caper caper - Superman!

Doin it better and better and the wetter the rhythm, we givin 'em a 100%

Stuck with the skrilla with Baby and Wayne again

Bizzy, you know my name, my name

Number with the game, survival of a rival

Never compete with the stoppin me baby

I'm audi, I only am me and I see what I see, nobody copy me baby 

Drop dead on your side baby - now give me that rhythm

I just wanna hit 'em in the face (ha ha ha)

Tell these haters quit copyin me

I got that speed and harmony, what the fuck?

Right there, what you say? (what did he say?)

Hey, you know what it is (you heard, you heard, you heard)

This is the way we play-ay, this is the way we play



[Chorus] 



[Young Droop] 

Yeah let's get this money nigga!



Critical thinkin, that's what a nigga be speakin

I got 'em leakin, got a conversation for the whole nation

I give an apology for the people that been waitin

Bein hella patient, waitin on the gangsta

Now that I'm back with a lyrical attack

it's a fact that I bust like a mac

When a nigga be rappin it's like a nigga be clappin

they recognize on a nigga that put the Valley on the map

I'm thugged the fuck out, everybody and they momma know 

a little bit about the critical thinkin nigga

That got the lust to pull the trigger

Get mad at when my bitches call at yo' mommas house

And don't make me call up my squad

Killers that shoot and that shank and that squab

Sick to my gut when it comes to the law

We bangin on police, nigga this the mob

I'm one of the niggaz that hold it down for the West

Rollin with the fo'-pound, nine with the vest

Niggaz'll never know it, I never show it

but I'll put a bullet through yo' chest

For people that's talkin my name

All the undercover niggaz is lame

People talk about me without the fame

but that's okay homie, I'll put you to shame

I'm one of a kind, you better follow my rhyme

because I follow my mind but I'm ahead of my time

Everybody better buckle up and get ready

your nigga 'bout to bust like a nine

Nigga we can do whatever but never say never

You'll never know what'll happen when we get to cappin

Fully automatic is what I be packin

now look at yo' reaction nigga - give me that bill 



[Chorus]