I'm riding a caddy and daddy I'm rolling it sadly

But I don't mind, if they laughing at me

The movie I hardly think that they be singing singing

I never gave up on my lady, but she still ain't listening to me

Gotta let them 24's spin, chins ain't chipping or flipping

And let me get another victim again...gain-gain-gain-gain

And whether they don't gimme any hen or befriend them

When they said I was, but I been right here, cuz

You know what it is, you know what it was

So they wanna move dude, Watchu gotta do, who

Not me...

I said I'm glossin', and who you thought of flossin' baby

Baby, I'm not Pac though...And I'm not God, no...

But I float like a butterfly, sting like a...(bee)...

Mo Money, money, money, money, money, money

In the face of the crowd

Plottin' and now, I don't need no pride to hide

Oh wow, oh wow...

Mo money, money in the face of the crowd

Plottin' now, I don't need no pride to hide

Oh wow...But baby I'm not Pac, No!...(BUCK, BUCK...)





Ya now out by the windy city south park

No cookin' in the kitchen, homie we put out raw

Midwest outlaw...Fuck with it? I doubt ya'll

Somewhere between Chi-town and Cleveland is where they found ya'll

Rolling through the alley in a caddy...

Throw my cali's at the hataz...O with a P

When they hit a nigga grizzle rocking city after city...

They gon' ask, “Is he doing it with Bizzy?”

And you know I ain't done now (Why?)

Cause we 2 of the coldest muthafucka...

To spit these fast lyrics on one track

Buck ‘em with a lyrical bullet in the body...

Because I gotta get this fire to know shit don't stop

Pull up in a Lamborghini or the Ferrari...

Other one gotta get the props, so I gotta get the drop

Gotta get the doe and get the money, money

I could really feel it when I hear they coming for me

Try to get it if you think you feeling kinda lucky

Twin Glocks...so you know you better bring a buddy

And I got the ammunition for anybody...

That wanna go against the Midwest Militia

A whole crippled the competition for Bizzy

A whole crippled the competition for Twista

A whole crippled the world because it's us against it...

And the shit about the get ugly

The static come and hit em with the automatic...

Running through borough after murder but I'ma go and so I gotta get





Me and my brother Twista getting it crunk

And drinking that goosey, with ‘em a brew

Doing whatever we want to do

Get to the club, ain't nobody knew

Thought that we beefing, they try to divide the truth

Talk about who really started the style

How bout everyone living in harmony...

Look at the army, now

General 7, the belly is purest and we wanna get it...

At heaven, we dancing our way to the gates

If you coming we'll need every Muslim

We human, we're all in the brethren

Veteran deep in the city I pity the fool...

Who jump out of this fake

What do I look like massaging the thought

When they come with the matrix and say that we ‘fraid

We'll never break...

‘Member that conny and Twista

We're gonna go through the fire, never expire

Give it the way that they want it...

The fun of for you if you tired (What about...)

Money, you tell me what's money to you

Pay for the rappers and corporates...

The office that burn wood, but the burn good

And the brain wave...Puts the energy, certainly

I don't have time for emergencies, baby the word...

And we walk with the covenant

Party and popping the melody...

Baby, I know that the ladies be loving it

Brush the dust (in the) enemies way, get ‘em a drink

We look too lovely, the spirit is present

And never be hesitant, Twista and Bizzy

We getting this money, Nukka