| C'mon, yeah, | |
| Face Mob, uh, huh, uh, huh, uh | |
| His name is | |
| Jigga, yeah, what's happenin' baby? | |
| Wsup, wsup witcha? | |
| Tryin' to get this loot | |
| Yeah, know what | |
| I'm sayin'? | |
| No doubtSo what's it gon' be? | |
| Women, whiskey, weed | |
| Dope, coke or all the guns you need, nigga | |
| You could get them thangs for a lesser fee | |
| Yeah, and with the right amount of pressure, them thangs look free | |
| I'm on my way now, desperate need of a lick indeed | |
| Believe I got a vick if it's a brick you need | |
| My nigga for sheez | |
| Right back at you, holla after you land we get it before you leave | |
| Is you for sure? | |
| Them niggas out there still got cheese' | |
| Cuz my niggas in the drop bounced back to slangin | |
| OZ'sMan them niggas rapin' the town without breakin 'em down | |
| Them bastards makin' a killin', slangin' half of buldings | |
| For real man, | |
| I'm on my last nine thousand | |
| Ain't got no money, | |
| I'm fightin' cases with this ho money | |
| And when the money get low and the hungriness show | |
| Niggas better get the fuck out the house | |
| And when the money get low and the hungriness show | |
| Niggas better get the fuck out the house | |
| And when the money get low and the hungriness show | |
| Niggas better get the fuck out the house | |
| I caught a northwest flight to | |
| NY, on the buddy pass | |
| Sittin' at the exit row, by the do' | |
| I got a hoopty from this doofy nigga around the way | |
| I had the fo'fo' under the rug, weekend ago | |
| Three hours, | |
| I landed in the city of dreams | |
| With tall buildings, flooded with cabs and limousines | |
| Where the fuck is | |
| Jay-ZGoddamn traffic is gettin on my nerve | |
| I see your face by the curb | |
| Goddamn dog | |
| I been sittin' here thirty minutes | |
| You know these motherfucking cab drivers | |
| Like they own this motherfucker | |
| Open the trunk | |
| And then I'm thinkin', | |
| Jigga let's get this motherfucking cash nigga | |
| Well if it's a money thing let's get this motherfucking money man | |
| And then I said to | |
| Jigga, let's get this motherfucking cash nigga | |
| I got a dope house scoped out | |
| An escape route? | |
| No doubt, let's hit the highway, load up, lock | |
| Let's do this shit | |
| Hold up, cops | |
| Trippin', it's eight million stories in this naked motherfucker | |
| Yeah, and ten million undercovers | |
| We gon' get this raw, we gon' kick in the door | |
| They got guns in the couch, they got shit in the floor | |
| Niggas is gon' shit they drawers | |
| They got a bitch at the door | |
| Bullshit, heard that stupid shit before | |
| And when the money get low and the hungriness show | |
| Niggas better get the fuck out the house | |
| And when the money get low and the hungriness show | |
| Niggas better get the fuck out the house | |
| And when the money get low and the hungriness show | |
| Niggas better get the fuck out the house | |
| I hit the buzzer, | |
| Mita, Manny | |
| Let me up it's | |
| Joey motherfucker | |
| Takin' the steps up with only one thing on our mind | |
| Wipe this motherfucker clean, everybody gotta die | |
| Up the steps, got closer | |
| The voices got louder, you hear it? | |
| Death's approaching we comin' for that powder | |
| Then I knocked four times, | |
| I hit the hoe wit clear polish | |
| Well, she couldn't see shit, now what's it gonna be bitch? |