(feat. Sauce Money, Sheek Louch)



[Intro: Sauce Money + Ras Kass + Sheek Louch]

[S] What we going to do right we going to start this mother fucker of in

brooklyn best style you heard me

[R] (Sauce mother fuckin)

[S] Then I am going to past it to my nigga and we going to swing over to the

y.o. you know

[R][SL] (Ruff ryder style)(Sheek Louch)

[S] Then we going to pass it to my other nigga and we going to do it west

side style you know

[R] (West side)



[Verse One: Sauce Money]

I spit solely for the guacemole

Come through and make a rapper do a back flip rock a rolly and

Reach for my glock slowly if you try to interfere on how I stack chips

I take chicks to the tele just a happy fan

Now she wanna get a glimpse of my magic hand

She said she like the way it stretch out like plastic man

Sauce money tell me where would you have it land

Told shorty look I got to get back to my grands

Hurry up I am in the rush like jackie chan

Married woman, single or engaged, hood rats still got them to creep

Now we rock them to sleep

Because we got the best songs that pesese charm

Besides if you tricky you just chance head strong

Rappers better respect dawns and ex-cons

and keep your vest on this is how we speak with teflon



[Verse Two: Sheek Louch]

Aiyyo it's Sheek Louch nigga and I will pop till y'all gone

Only thing I knew niggaz popped and it's gone

And y'all might pop shit but that's about it

What you know about guns that come out my sleeve

And bullets that fly around your head like bee's

That will hit you and leave holes the size of pee's jes

When I flow it's like tae-kwon-doe

On some do-jo and it just a hobby

How fuck Daniel-san going to beat Mr. Miyagi

Wax on wax off with a knock out or better

I leave three threw the e of your enyce sweater

What pop shit and I am first day delivery

Straight threw your chest pope on your block

In a big brown truck like I am ups

And I don't know about y'all that re-up real small

You don't spend more then a thousand at the mall

If you owe sheek pay me I don't care how you hit me

It don't race me if your car don't cost more then fifty

I'm that cat that threatens on y'all mc's

With a devil flow that will pop your rosary beeds

I from where bitches that know about cooking up coke

Bring ever gram back and keep heat by the twat

That will blend in perfect in a deminacan spot

Now it's me that nigga that shine like glitter

And I must say dogg I am a hell of a spitter

We finish things y'all hell of a quiters



[Verse Three: Ras Kass]

I spit from the genitals bitch, leave 'em masculine skinch

Got niggaz panackin, petro and penanican flinch

Grew a mechanical inch the root of all evil

Green theft and green spray with a tech but we can't all eat thow

Cause y'all fethal, we run lethal, homicide victims of a fed fax and pete gold

Sugar nobody is ever equal [why] cause the more we make

the more we taking from other people

Livin in puerto rico padarin LAX to JFK

At baggage claim with three hoes like Santa's day

My third eye be the equivilant to the album red pie

so I give you a piece of my mind, just multiply times infinite

Spiritual elevate so I high commite drive bye's while I sky dive

Sip on my time perform shit only concieved in sci-fi so why try test

It's boom bye bye Mr. Ice real guy

You must have been looking some where else like biggie smalls lazy eye

Pop sicker then your average Acquired Immune Deficiency Symdrome infected fast



[Chorus: Sheek Louch]

We don't care where your from nigga east or west

And we don't care what you wear we don't aim for the vest

It's lox, sauce and Ras Kass three of the best

Only niggaz with money we don't fuck with the rest

We don't care where your from nigga east or west

And we don't care what you wear we don't aim for the vest

It's lox, sauce and Ras Kass three of the best

Only niggaz with money we don't fuck with the rest ya heard



[Ras Kass]

It's like that nigga and it's always gonna be like that so you peeon as niggaz

I got a new word for you y'all niggaz boon walk that mean beat it backwards

Fuck out of here nigga the matrix Sheek Louch my nigga Sauce Money Ras Kass

Blaze sky walker nigga the matrix get the fuck out of here