Husalah, San Quinn, Messy Marv, The Jacka - Money lyrics

Out first test will identify
Sounds coming from your
Right and left speakers
(Hold it, hold it, listen)

You could never be greater
They voting Jacka for mayor
They letting me do my thing but
They be after me later
I'll lose my home and my cars
I'll have to stay with my cater
And ain't a lot that could save us
I once thought I was famous til' I got out
Seen the world and realized I was nameless
But where I'm from I'm the nig, goddamn
I'm the nig i smoke weed
But I'll never sink my teeth in the pig
I'll sink this heat in your wig
Got bitches, got bread
But still live with my kids
Yeah, man, it is what it is
Murdering, transport to keep food
In they ribs
Man, I can't stand court, been on the run
Just the Figz yeah, I been to jail before
But I don't know what real time is

A lot of suckas wanna be like the MOB
But they never could be 'cause
We fucking with a G
Oh, U-G-H, so mainey out the gate
Test me face to face, get popped and scraped
Nigga, ten-thousand, fifty-thou-wow
A hundred racks to a half a million
Nigga, we're on one we gettin' money

I'm in the hood everyday though
Niggas is dying
I got respect every place cause
I don't be lying
Knock a hoe in every state once
They see how fly I am
Niggas talking hella shit
But I ain't replying
I catch yo' ass one day and
Take your life with the iron
And celebrate cross the state, square
One more time real nigga all my life, sucka
Every breath I breathe
You say you a gangsta
But the streets don't agree
Really, Ridah and The Jacka is
Who you wanna be
Should I appologize sooner, nah
I can't save you holmes
We boys from the projects, nigga
Not trailer homes
Crystal meth turnt' your ass
To a traitor holmes
I remember every summer dipped in butter
Having all the things in life
Allah took that from us
Lil niggas on the block, soon
They will become us all through the 90's
I don't remember these suckas
We was at them house parties
Dumping straps on bustas
You see that boy righ'chere
He really lived it
If you could take my life from me
I wouldn't miss it nigga

A lot of suckas wanna be like the MOB
But they never could be 'cause
We fucking with a G
Oh, U-G-H, so mainey out the gate
Test me face to face, get popped and scraped
Nigga, ten-thousand, fifty-thou-wow
A hundred racks to a half a million
Nigga, we're on one we gettin' money

Yo, yo, yo, yo i dip a lot, whip a lot
The shots out my 40 stop
Fuckin' with it everyday
I'm everything these suckas not
Husalah, stupid rock
Listen to my speakers knock
I became the nigga, bitches
I supplied the tweakers rock
Shit, dumbass, A1
I mollywhops flames out my chop
Same color as your mamas twat
Everything is dropped, dude stole on his drop
While I roll in my stone cold drop
Going home or not
Oh my god, the Husalah's just amazing bro
They know we on the smoking shit
So tell me what they frontin' for?
And they know that we go for the kill
And it's on and it's real
Cause they won't and we will

A lot of suckas wanna be like the MOB
But they never could be 'cause
We fucking with a G
Oh, U-G-H, so mainey out the gate
Test me face to face, get popped and scraped
Nigga, ten-thousand, fifty-thou-wow
A hundred racks to a half a million
Nigga, we're on one we gettin' money
You already know how we fuck with it biatch!