J.R. Writer, Fred Money - The Greatest lyrics

Stone, hospitalized a brick
I'm so mean, I make medicine sick
Fast, fast, fast, last night I cut
The light off my bedroom, hit the
Switch and was in the bed before
The room was dark fast, fast and
You George Forman
All you chumps are gonna bow
When I whoop him all
Of you, I know you got it
I know you got him picked
But the man's in trouble I'ma show
You how grown I am

Yo, Zeus all of this talkin' is cheap
(cheap) , it don't get rawer than me (nope)
I'm shakin' 'em up like I'm wakin' 'em
Up and a nigga keep fallin' asleep (sleep)
I come and murder the bars
Who wanna spar with a beast? (who?)
Shit I've been workin' too hard
So I'm gettin' off on the weak (weak)
You niggas wack, all of you lack the shit
I talk to the streets (facts)
All on a track, exportin' the crack and they
Just imported the beat
Gettin' busy when I'm in your city
You watchin' a Harlem nigga eat (eat)
These Milli Vinillis can't kick it with me
Lavar Ballin' with the sneaks (who else)
Bob Barker of the east (east)
You'll get the play if the price right
Godfather on repeat
You in the way then it's night-night
You as bright as nightlight
Bring your wife then I might pipe
Skip dinner if her friend with her
She the third wheel like a tric-bike

Heard I was slippin' who said that?
(who said that shit?)
When all you been gettin' is head taps
Head taps (stick 'em up)
'Cause all of these niggas are dead wack
Dead wack (killin' 'em)
And they must be bringin' the dead back
(dead back) pray for 'em, pray
Pray for 'em
(bow our heads, pray for these niggas) , pray

It's Money, yeah time to dismantle the beat
Light up a candle and preach
Talkin' a flip but you a flop
You should get sandals for free
Put on a show when I'm up in
The room rockin' a sampler piece
I'm up to bat on the block with the goons
Y'all couldn't handle the streets
It's a pity when I'm in the city in a Fisker
Know the price like it's Fisher
Roll the dice, I'ma risk her
Damn right I'm a Mister
Have some respect for ya jaw (jaw)
That's money and violence
You think money ain't violent?
Hope you expectin' it all (all)
Have you speakin' through the wire
Rims eatin' through the tires
In the hill on the bills
Like you see me in the flyer
Diamonds singin' on my neck
Got it tweakin' like Mariah
Flood the cross with baguettes
(what) , call it preachin' to the choir
Yeah, I got the shit in a head wrap
Punch 'em but this was a hand slap
'Cuz all of these niggas is dead wack
Killa, they must be bringin' the dead back
Pray for 'em

Heard I was slippin' who said that?
(who said that shit?)
When all you been gettin' is head taps
Head taps (stick 'em up)
'Cause all of these niggas are dead wack
Dead wack (killin' 'em)
And they must be bringin' the dead back
(dead back) pray for 'em (pray for 'em)