1.Intro
2.We Gonna Rock
Never send a boy to do a man's job
You know？
I think we got away from what the fuck this is all about
We forgot - how to spit
Muthafuckas is makin all these crazy-ass fuckin records
Stop puttin your dirty laundry out in the street, muthafucka
Follow me now
Fuck with me
Sammy sosa slugger, hip-hop nigga, touch em all
Some cute, but suck em all, i say fuck em all
Eat a dick too, soloist choose another route
G.h. form now, go and break my brother out
Henny out the bottle, nigga, eyes low in the truck
Nothin but that good smoke, hydro in the dutch
Ain't no probably, sauce money, fool, got to be
Chicken eggs grits, california, call it oscar e.
Everything i spit hot, baby boy, you're kiddin me？
Hit flex with it, stretch with it, then mr. cee
Marley marl sunday night, can't forget kid capri
Hit the turnpike where all my niggas down in philly be
Just passin through, son, still many guns to cock
30 miles from the bridge where anyone can cop
Chillin at my bitch crib, sip plenty rum and scotch
Put it in the air for them niggas biggie, pun and pac
Haters frontin in the club
Real gees show us love
Bust slugs for my nigga
(we gonna rock)
Anywhere we do shows
Come through, two hoes
Killers with new flows, playa
(we gonna rock)
Even when eyes low from hydro
Can't another brother cock-block my flow
(we gonna rock)
Can't stop our ones
Can't block our guns
Get your triggers
And squeeze for these faculty niggas
Haters hate me cause i'm a big nigga with mass appeal
They can suck a dick with ghonorrhea and that's for real
Ain't no secrets, muthafuckas know i might clap the steel
Be ready any given time, i'm like grab the wheel
Let the window down slow, kid just bought the farm
Two chicks in a yugo, damn, it's a false alarm
Not on this joint, sauce usually calm with the grammar
But right now i'm like baking soda, armed with a hammer
Summertime comin, now they wonder what i drive next
Represent for big niggas, 3-4-5-x
Wide body jeeps, little dimes puff the herb slow
Know the drill, bubblegum, rubbers in the 3rd row
Suv tinted out, frontin on the hands-free
Real gees happy for me, haters like 'it can't be'
Fighter and a lover, worst enemy or your brother
Just don't forget to call me dad too cause i'm a motherfucker
I know bitches who love sauce for the dicko, straight gorilla
Fatally, more than likely take at least eight to kill a-
Ddicted to my flow, doggy style ain't the way i make my scrilla
Hit the club half-cocked, niggas shoulda knew me better
Jim star dillinger, that's under my gucci sweater
Through the crowd thugged out, took my stance and i spit
Screamed on this one chick like, 'bitch, dance to my shit'
Part the club with elbows, bump a nigga, love that
Nigga read my eyes and it said 'step the fuck back'
This gorilla hill shit, we don't give two fucks
On gorilla hill, kid, you tryin to do too much
Must've had a sixth sense, how he knew i clutch chrome？
Probably this a big bitch, front and left his nuts home
Fuck that weak gotti shit, nigga, let your shotie spit
Sauce muthafuckin, get your punk-ass body whipped
Welcome to gorilla hill
3.Love ＆ War
I heard a rumor in the street, muthafucka was gifted
Up and comin nigga, might need to get with
One cat from bk, put him on your hitlist
Sauce money, fat nigga rip shit
Heard him on a clue？ tape, loved the way he kicked it
All of a sudden mad labels on his dick
But muthafuckas who bit it but couldn't fight it forget it
Couldn't write it or spit it cause they couldn't fuck with it
Then the puff shit happened, the whole shit shifted
Tribute to biggie, god bless your spirit
Made a mark, now we need a place for the nigga
Marcy, son - faced off with jigga
Now he only spittin for cars that's kitted
Convicted felons and muthafuckas acquitted
Never for foul snitches, but those who style riches
Ghetto crack sellin pros and buckwild bitches
First thing they wanna know： what's fuckin with this shit？
Jay-z told em, look how many he sold em
'99's my time to shine and control em
Spread ones with sons, guns, i still hold em
Fuck the law, this is what's in store
When the album drop, we gon' rush the floor
I tell em hit it, every song, come on, we all spit it
Get on with it, with all my niggas screamin, 'we did it'
Love and war, thugs and whores
Nickel-plated nines, three-pound-sevens and four-fours
We about to flow, blow, stack dough
On the low, forever shine, niggas better know
They call me money-earner, received more blows than tina turner
Like the top of the stove sauce keep a burner
Release somethin that'll heat your sternum
Flow the sickest, take a aids patient a whole week to learn em
So precise, got beef with surgeons
Feel naked without profanity, every sentence keep a curse in
Nothin is bound to touchin my sound
The consensus in the street： he ain't fuckin around
Got a lot of shit to pop, two things when it drop：
Muthafuckas gonna cop and niggas will get shot
But this is just for the record, though
Niggas will get naked slow
If your heat cocked, check it, yo
No shit, squeeze till your hammer go click
Fuck these lame-brawl mc's, they all blow dick
I'm the capital s-a-u-c-e
Better clap at the best way when you see me
Nigga
4.For My Hustlaz
It don't get no betta than this (uh-uh)
Uh, uh, uh, uh
B-k muthafucka
It's a shame but, alot been change since we came up
I used ta run wit them, now i got my guns for them
Treat my hollows like trash, strait dumpin' 'em
Sauce money show niggaz no love when i come for them
They thought they left a real nigga on his ass black
And that my numbers wouldn't rise like nasdaq
And gotta re-half that, just pass that
We 'gon clash black for playin' the middle like ya ass crack
You can ball ova here, i play pass that
Exotic cats love ta talk peace when you blast back
No more fair ones, know you shot enuff of them
Don't really wanna do it, now you gotta fuck wit 'em
I'ma shit everytime that i hear ？？？
And make ya real ugly like bitter beer face
Sendin' fake thugs back ta the essence
Since my rolex was a gift, there's no betta time than the
present
This one is for my hustlaz
(right!)
Ladies don't tustle wit bustaz
(not tonite!)
If you a dough gettin' swinga
Niggaz act funny wit cha money
Whatcha do？
(give 'em the finga!)
This one is for my hustlaz
(right!)
Ladies don't tustle wit bustaz
(not tonite!)
If you a dough gettin' swinga
Niggaz act funny wit cha money
Whatcha do？
(give 'em the finga!)
I dedicate this ta cats want they cheddar ta rise
Fifty grand too much, o.k. seventy-five
Sauce money kinda cat you could never despise
Hit the streets lookin' like you a betta disquise
Get a grip, i'm the preacher, you dance wit the devil
Whoever my eyes focus on is not on my level
Not even close, ex-girlfriends hatin' ta see it
You can give me brain or get out, take it or leave it
Relax wit side who, max wit my crew
Operation gettin' money, that's what i do
Insecure artists pay me not ta spit
Show me fake love and then try ta fly if they hit
They could feel it in they bones, cuz when i drop my shit
All hell'll break loose, that's how hot i get
I rock big in the summer, witout missin' the block
When i wanna get m, then i listen ta pac
Scarface when i'm laid back, whippin' the 3
If i wanna hear that shit, then i listen ta me
Stick in the key, turn the knob and open the door
Prevokin' a war, cats saw us smokin' the 4, fo' sure
This one is for my hustlaz
(right!)
Ladies don't tustle wit bustaz
(not tonite!)
If you a dough gettin' swinga
Niggaz act funny wit cha money
Whatcha do？
(give 'em the finga!)
(give 'em the finga!)
Look, i like ta come through and run up in 'em all night
Bring my man too, mami if it's alright
I'ma a big one, but i like ta ball out
Sip henny, smoke dro 'til you fall out
Hit 'em wit that marcy maneuver, makin' 'em droppin'
I ain't met one yet make me take her shoppin'
But i might cuz i gotta lotta cash ma
Platinum navigator glock when the stash ha
Rolex, cuban link, now the riddle comin'
Do i know about 69, a little sumthin'
I like ya point-blank style, you in it ta win it
But before i go downtown, gimme a minute
You got ta shower up, make sure no dirt in it
I got the pro-fo, neva eva squirtin' it
That's a thong, (damn), baby you just hurtin' shit
Bring that thing here baby, show me what you workin' wit
This one is for my hustlaz
(right)
Ladies don't tustle wit bustaz
(not tonite)
If you a dough gettin' swinga
Niggaz act funny wit cha money
Whatcha do？
(give 'em the finga!)
This one is for my hustlaz
(right!)
Ladies don't tustle wit bustaz
(not tonite!)
If you a dough gettin' swinga
Niggaz act funny wit cha money
Whatcha do？
(give 'em the finga!)
This one is for my hustlaz
Saucemuthafuckin' for the year 2-o-o-o
(hustlaz)
Niggaz betta recognize
(hustlaz)
I'm just gettin' started muthafuckaz
(hustlaz)
Get yo shit off now
(hustlaz)
It don't stop
(hustlaz)
B-k nigga
Marcy
Worldwide
You know the drill
Cut a check or suck a dick
5.Middle Finger U
Fuck these niggas
I don't give a fuck about nothin
And you either
This is for you tommy tuckers, you know em, neighborhood suckers
We all got em, stupid motherfuckers
Wanna-be rap brothers--ruggers--, bitin ass niggas who love us
Idolize us, eat a dick, can't touch us
Slick nigga, far from a snitch nigga
Or bitch nigga, quick to click on a sick nigga
Where it's at nigga, roam with the chrome nigga
Fat nigga, bat against your dome nigga
I'm that nigga, one you can't even crush
Type of cat shit in your crib and don't even flush
Kind of nigga when you see him that you wantin to touch
On some russell simmons shit, but ain't in no rush
Cause when the shit hit the fan, who the hell can you trust？
Duckin the blow？ really？ where the fuck can you go？
Who the fuck can you get when i'm ready to spit
When you hear my name i make you hate spaghetti and shit
Spit and aim with the fifth, if i get caught in a lie
Ten shots light you up like the 4th of july
I don't need your help, bitch, i got support from the sky
Quite fluid, i'm a definite, you might do it
Bitches, guns and ones, got a right to it
Fuck up against the wall, i send your ass right through it
Tattooed like mike did it, leave you lightheaded
Swear to god, y'all niggas better act like christ said it
Hey yo yo who the hell this sauce nigga think he talkin to, man？
Arrogant bastard
Chubby motherfucker
You think you alla that, man？
I can't even stand to hear this shit no more, man
Hey you know what motherfuckers？ it don't stop there
I'ma solidify my rap spot til it's not fair
Nothin to do with it, niggas say, 'i'm glad it was them'
Somethin to do with it, niggas gon' be glad it was them
Inspire men, or some r＆b shit and fire ten
With mya in it, gettin head from the way the tires spin
My whole circle is hot, like when the dryer spin
You just a cub nigga, trapped off in a lion's den
Lookin for love？ fuck you, you found hate, stupid
I run with a 112 kids who raped cupid
Plus got head, see my eyes, bloodshot red
Hands where i can cee like busta said
I lead by example, nigga - must i led？
Last thing you hear is shots and every cuss i said
Real niggas walkin away, paramedics walkin your way
Crackin jokes while i'm talkin to jay
Gettin head from four dimes from new york in a day
This flow here is stainless, what you thought it was clay？
Thought it was gold？ only thing it bought was your soul
Split your wig, then confuse you for that fork in the road
I don't play with wack rappers, i slay wack rappers
Only aim to decay and spray wack rappers
If niggas wanna front, and say fuck my shit
Don't buy my album, fuck you and suck my dick
Better forget it, just to be specific
Cause if you the one, then i'm too terrific
Better relax, 'fore you get it twisted
It's to the death now, if you make the shitlist
Forget your lingo, and how you primadonna niggas mingle
I'm real money, fold up, you funny money, jingle
News flash, here's a hot-ass item to bring you
Had a car, roley, and house before my first single
I know how y'all niggas roll, quiet as a tear
My album ain't even dropped, and i'm writer of the year
I got shit, find me in your record store under 'hot shit'
While you register, under 'not shit'
I drop hits in the streets and triggers'll blow
Show after show, watch him, big as i roll
We all know the rules, fool, jewels, bitches and dough
Did you hear？ i'm the fattest, nicest nigga you know
And i kill a muthafucka just to gain a buck
Confuse niggas, bust guns, and aim to duck
If you happen to sell half weight your game is luck
Who write for who？ y'all sound the same, lame as fuck
Can't control it, tried to sell it, heard it the way you told it
Who bought it？ and if you sold it？ extort it
For somethin i might have smoked, roll it
Never get grimy as me, i fuck a rattle snake if a nigga hold it
I got both sides of the fence in minute
I got hits with jay, clark, primo, and none of my wheels is
rented
I got a smash with puff bout to drop any minute
6.Do You See
Yo puff daddy
Get off me
Ladies ＆ gentlemen
You're about to witness something that you've never witnessed
before
Sauce money's in the house ＆ he brought his man with him
I leave rap in a state of shock
Where to rock, from the figures still
Play the block with my niggas
Ill lush, game 20 pounds, but all my niggas still crush
Still stack chips galore
Chicks want out the ghetto, try to hit you raw
Better know that everything i love - roll back
Cop my first gold plaque, soon as my man blew
Still spittin' the fly, hits you can't do nigga
You ain't gainin', you game in, barely maintainin'
I push fly whips without strainin', my cliques smother
Get tougher, hits rougher, puff is deep in the streets like
chris tucker
My wrists cluster, on a mobile
P-diddy, rap mogul, thought i told you that we don't stop
Thought i told you that when i drop, platinum plaques
I cop, push bentley's without the tops, nigga
Try to see if you see what i see
Give my game ＆ spit my g
When it's all done, stack, funds, ＆ i'm the one
On top is where i be
Tell me, do you see what i see？
(when i look in your eyes, i see you hatin' inside, so tell me)
Do you see what i see？
(i know you're hopin' i'm blind, cause you don't want me to
shine)
No secret, undefeated, i'm top seeded
Whenever i drop hits, you don't want it, you need it
This a hot joint from sauce, you feel cheated
Unanimous decision, love the way i freak it
Brooklyn, shogun, beat the 4-1
Niggas want to bite off my flow son
I don't think no one, got that, rock a hot track
Like me, nice to the sauce？ naw
Spit rounds, it's rough did i mention the thorough？
Bk forever representin' my borough
Push fly whips, quick to stack my chips
Too easy for you to understand my hits
When the album drops every pocket hold some
Sauce motherfuckin' forever, i told son
Hypnotic, heard the ？ war 'fore i shot it
Better cop it, cause all that fly shit, i got it
(chorus)
I took rap by the throat ＆ locked it
P-diddy fixed all those who tried to stop it
Some of y'all tried to blast off, but couldn't rock it
If my flow ain't like a door, how could you knock it？
As a matter of fact, yo don't you hate that？ (hate that)
Whenever cats playa hatin' from way back (way back)
Mad at you, just because they whack (they whack)
And i bought your style, older than 8-track (8-track)
Only way to react though
Make hot joints ＆ stack dough
Laughin' at your whack flow
Try to catch my g
Just so you can rap like me
Act like me
Rap like me
But it seems as though you dreamin' a lot
(pd)
I'm the cream of the crop
Soon to be seen in the drop
(pd)
Blow the spot for the not
Control the block, watch his name bubble like a soda pop
(pd)
When he drop
(chorus 4x)
Sauce money
Puff daddy
Bad boy forever
B.i.g. forever
Hitmen
Prestige, rock on playboy
7.Face Off 2000
Intro：2000, and it goes like. (uh huh, yeah yeah)
Chorus： this goes out to my brooklyn crew
Lay my game flat, what you wanna do
Talk all night, are we gonna screw？
I'm talking 'bout me and you
Verse one： sauce money
I like to push up on chicks like it's the last record
Take 'em to the telly get buck passed naked
Let 'em feel the power, lick 'em if it don't taste sour
Hit 'em in the shower for an hour
Give 'em that feeling, sauce money for real and
Let her get on top if there's mirrors on the ceiling
Hit her so right that she wanna throw rice
My device makes her say 'damn, that nigga's nice!'
Know i got wifey lay my cards when i pivot
Pass your seven digits if you're with it
Sauce wanna give you the option for the boot knockin'
Nine times outta ten it's on and poppin'
Ain't no stopping victory's in the air
Bring a friend next time let's do it again
Bring your whole crew if you see through me
And we can meet on the bqe
And it goes like
Chorus (2x)
Verse two： sauce money, jay-z
Sauce money：
Had this bitch bragging,
Sauce had his tongue between my thighs lally-gaggin;
Huh, could you imagine
Shaking your tail just like a dragon here comes my worse flame
In the morning hot 97 the first thing
(deny it) hell yeah y'all don't buy it
I don't eat no kind of fish if you can't fry it
But who knows maybe one day i'll try it
But for now slow down too much lip is killin' your diet
Jay-z：
Can i get it what - get it wet
When he hit it first can i get it next, shit you the best
It ain't wack to be with both of us, mami actually
I'm eddie kane jr., that nigga me!
You want me to feel what he feel when it's tight
And i know, he don't be doing it right
But it gets no liver than this, never lie on our dicks
Shit, we got nigga's rides on our wrists
Play your cards right you'll be driving the 6
Shopping all day hoppin' out in the dist.
Popping the crist., shit hoppin' outta your wrist
Popping your shit, new york's hottest bitch
＞from the ghetto to the stilletto's
But you gotta do it two times like an echo, y'all feelin' that
This is how we run it down the line
Nigga sauce goes first jigga next to rhyme
Chorus (2x)
Verse three： jay-z, sauce money
Jay-z
I see you got a lot to get off your chest
Coat, blouse, bra-don't talk me to death
Like murder's on your mind mami, off the dress
Jigga ran game 'til i lost my breath
Sauce money
Last thing i need to know is what it costs for sex
What you need to know is if i lost respect
Don't have to worry if you do sauce correct
I'ma bless that, bring my whole crew through, don't even sweat
that
Jay-z：uh, dime pieces i'm hittin'
Sauce money：four in the morning frosted flakes in your kitchen
Jay-z： now you want me to start trickin' i suppose
Sauce money：that's when the first face off kicks in-
'we don't love these hoes!'
Chorus (2x)
8.What's That, Fuck That
Y'all muthafuckas is sadly mistaken
I think -
I don't really think y'all understand
What it is that i exactly do
I make joints for the radio
And all that, youknowmsayin？
But this is my shit right here, yo
We can just get right to it
Hope they can fuck with it
I can make joints all day, never touch a average
Sauce, hot shit, ain't nothin but a marriage
Skills that i possess, niggas die to have it
Hip-hop muthafucka, i rap like a savage
Automatics for faggots who brag about fabrics
Mad blood on your carriage, no love for you addict
I roast all y'all niggas, homicide closed, die most
It's suicide fuckin with me, try toast
Fuck cats talkin first class but fly coach
The laugh is over, mr. half-a-soda
You're at your quota, i'm halfway to minnesota
The seat 1a sippin a ice cold ？？momossa？？
Never sober, when i awake i can make a wish
Head from the bitch servant or steak and fish
Arouse my meat till i'm sound asleep
Gettin brain surgery at 33'000 feet
A nigga knocked out till i hit the ground and creeped
Limo, five star hotel and a suite
Once earnin i come turnin for cunt squirmin
Bitches who front learnin, yearnin to keep the blunt burnin
Niggas pop shit, war, peace, what's that？
I'm goin to war with my niggas, i love that
Show me the baddest chick, i'ma touch that
I bust a slug first - (2x)
Part ii to the rec off, son, get your check on
Check off, cats better step off or get stepped on
Niggas i pump lead creepin on me
Put your head to bed for sleepin on me
What, a hip-hop legend with gut
22 bitches and my wife in the cut
Fuck that, weak niggas blaze em up
Where all my marcy muthafuckas at？ (raise em up!)
Half rock diamonds the size of glaciers, what？
Other half rock vests and spit razors up
I'm a major nut who used to lay em out
Get head but let my man fuck em and play em out
Pushed my name up, '99 got my aim up
Shit ain't bein handled correctly - changed up
Never looked in haste, but i shook the place
Can't defend your click, why you took the case？
Cats get shook with aids, nines and fives
Double-fours, tear gas, infrareds and knives
Anything to survive, like how a vulture get
'stayin alive', john travolta shit
I toast your click, disrespect what you supposed to get
Your homebase yawnin next to a sculptured dick
I got the most focussed click, it's hopeless, bitch
Sauce money keep the dopest hits
Here's some inspiration for all you slackers
I used to work in the mailroom, pushin cars for bastards
They had the nicest muthafucka changin water and shit
Lookin through a supply book, orderin shit
It never really hit me until i thought of the shit
My muthafuckin pay close to borderin shit
I thought about runnin off with a bitch
Until i picked up a microphone and started slaughterin shit
Reputation grew, niggas on my dick
Then i got real brand new and wrote a hit
3 million sold, baby still chillin when it's cold
Sauce don't change, only money fold
Fuck y'all, the easiest way to word it：
Public broadcast, fuck who heard it
All that slick shit is gonna get you murdered
Nothin to fear except fear itself, i'm here to help
Come with niggas, run with niggas
Have fun with niggas, hold guns with niggas
See the sun with niggas, shoot fair ones with niggas
Subtract from the sum when i'm done with niggas
2000 shit
Legend
Marley marl
Sauce muthafuckin
Middle finger u.
9.Chart Climbing
10.Crime Skit
11.Intruder Alert
Yo, who the fuck is this？
It's like 3：30
Yo, get the phone, bitch
You get the phone
Get the phone
You get the phone!
Get the goddamn phone!
Alright, damn nigga
Who the fuck is this？
It's my nigga deezo, 'what the fuck is the deal？
Huh-huh, know me, keepin it real
Six-double-o, kid, chrome on the wheels
I got the same problem, nigga, know how you feel'
'on some real shit, sauce, i got the kite from neil
Word on the street, hope you're still holdin your steel
Niggas talkin bout who cats they gon' bill
Just to gain they cut, that's when your name came up'
'oh did it？ you know some more？ nigga, spit it'
'cats hate your ass cause of your riches and digits
You probably.. know this nigga named bobby
Sister named ronnie with the two-tone body？'
'cat fueled with bacardi, throw parties every friday
Fake lady lover, fucked his baby mother
Hit it from the back, now i'm a tough act to follow
Made her give my man head too - and swallow
That's neither here nor there, he think somethin is sweet？
Fuck yeah, we can dump when we meet
Win, lose or draw, after that i'm dumpin my heat
Lay him down flat while my music pump in the street
He got four with him, some niggas from baltimore with him
I'ma sure hit em if he come through that door with him
Split your bladder, we spray, muthafucka
It don't matter, b-k, muthafucka'
(pay attention to the scheme)
(sauce muthafuckin)
(you know my style)
(comin through, bringin you pain)
(and now you wanna act bold, but hold up)
(pay attention to the scheme)
(sauce muthafuckin)
(you know my style)
(comin through, bringin you pain)
(but hold up)
I throw hoes out when it's time to pull .44s out
Made two phone calls, bring the pros out
Badu, bonnie, hydro, no doubt
We get nasty like niggas in sandals with the toes out
You know deez is down to click off eights
'by the way, son, you know that bitch off gates？
I think her name mimi, bitch greedy, give you head easy
Fake weave, big ass with the g-3'
'i know that chick, her real name hillary
Used to be one of my shorties off willerby
There's somethin right now about how you're grillin me
Don't tell me she fuck with the bobby nigga, son, you're killin
me'
'no bullshittin, that's who that nigga be hittin？
Let's post in the kitchen, when he come, start spittin
Climb through the window, make his body drop degrees'
'fuck breakin in the crib, nigga - i got the keys..'
(pay attention to the scheme)
(sauce muthafuckin)
(you know my style)
(comin through, bringin you pain)
(and now you wanna act bold, but hold up)
(pay attention to the scheme)
(sauce muthafuckin)
(you know my style)
(comin through, bringin you pain)
(but hold up)
I got a problem with niggas that talk about stalkin
Souped up talkin, dead men walkin
Too shockin, cause i'm rockin cats wanna be clockin
But cock-blockin, i squeeze often
While i'm in this chick crib with both wrists locked in
No rhetoric, kid, pistols poppin
Bodies droppin, i'm just dockin
One slug, two slug, ain't no stoppin
Yo nigga, you know the drill, gees up
Marcy, where we from niggas don't freeze up
Lovin the sound of my nigga bustin the pound
When he open that door, don't be fuckin around
Right about then i heard the doorknob turn
My man gettin wild, almost dropped the burn
Bobby opened up the door, it's time to earn
Four gats in his grill, 'you might wanna get concerned
Reeno, get that bitch with the bad perm
Are you muthafuckas ever gonna learn？
We all could get got - just not by you
And we all could get shot - just not by you
But right about now, tell you what i'm gonna do
I think i'm gonna go let you warn your crew
Out of respect, cause i know： you that nigga
I'm not gonna kill you - yo deez, shoot that nigga'
(pay attention to the scheme)
(sauce muthafuckin)
(you know my style)
(comin through, bringin you pain)
(and now you wanna act bold, but hold up)
(pay attention to the scheme)
(sauce muthafuckin)
(you know my style)
(comin through, bringin you pain)
(and now you wanna act bold)
12.C My 1's
13.Pre-game
I lay my gun fine, ideas be as bright as the sunshine
Shook the rap game with just one line
When me and my niggaz combine, all day, you know what？
Sometimes, i run with mad niggaz who done time
Hit you with eight, from one nine, now you showin the vein
My shells is like information, go in your brain
Holdin my slug, before you squeeze em show em the love
Burn your fingertips so throw em a glove, understand me
Before my album drop, cop the grammy, uncanny
Bought my first role' from manny
Dirty burners my crew never hand me, nigga we family
You not, get shot, get caught slippin like dexter manley
With at least ten lead, spray right, paint your skin red
Damn we, all the shit you can't be
We big time, you small time, real small like how an ant be
Marcy, bust a shot for metcalf, tilo and danny
Peace to the bureils, cut wop and stanley
Boom moet and bow, my whole set is wild
Past threats, frontin flash singles and that's bent
Fuck a bitch, you know the drill
Cut a chick or a suck a dick
Jigga, what the fuck？
As a youth explosively, clappin off the roof
Shootin guard like kobe, raised up slay smears and bo'e
Back then, gil was my codiene, spanish jose
Showed me how to get the money niggaz owed me
Fast forward, no kids, six cars and three role's
Two cribs, trips to cuba, sippin on uba
Got rap in a stupor, first to clap your group up
From the range with the ski rack, or six with the ruger
Shit, i light the motherfuckin soundproof booth up
New shit, y'all say the same shit like you're looped up
Your rap's all lazy, jigga the black scorcese
What your album lack is more jay-z
Code name： jay-hovah, all praise me
Y'all don't paint pictures, y'all all trace me
You've yet to see the day when my squad be done
I represent that shit nigga, marcy son, what？
14.Say Unkle
Y'all muthafuckas want me to stop？
Oh, i'll stop, muthafucka
But you gotta do somethin for me
Say unkle
(say unkle)
Better hurry up
(hurry up)
You better hu-
Ah-ah, fuck it, it's too late
I kicks it, oh yeah
Click, spit, don't care
Never see me no mere
Lot of niggas know me
Few hoes blow me
Nigga stay low-key
Sauce money faculty, reppin shit for my homies
Def, now we ride, cats screamin 'i'm it!'
That's just too bad, that's the hit i'm with
Been a lot of places, seen a lot of niggas
Lot of different faces, most of them killers
Counted lot of figures, niggas know i'm raw
Off day for sure, packin a .44
Gather round the lightning, now you feelin the volts
Might not see me, but you see the results
Everybody talkin, take a listen, back now
Bullshit cats, muthafuckas dissin that now
One thing i know, never kind of, sort of
Fuck you and that bitch nigga with you, fool, in that order
Niggas better play dead, let go play-doh
I'm about to spray now, fuckin with (aiyo)
Sauce money my nigga, they don't want no drama
Muthafuckas, we killers, i put that on my mama
Diamond ring shinin, bitches say it's so nice
Sauce muthafuckin, now she's shakin all night
Non-stop, we get the place cracklin
From north, west, south, east and back again
Niggas know i rock, spittin for my riches
Representin my block, this is for my bitches
Seems as though we next, laughin at you haters
900 cx, platinum navigators
Since my hits is so hot, now i'm keepin a toast
Niggas ain't about shit, usually speakin the most
Tons of sons kick in your door, nigga, so run your funds
What's done is done, i don't see no one's and you see my guns
That's how i roll, niggas like we know
Hit the spot heavily armed, me and reno
Hemmed up with three hoes, sippin on a bottle
Cut a check, suck a dick, that's my motto
Like it, love it, fuck it, i'm sauce money for life
Keep my circle real tight cause i know niggas is trife
Plottin from long-range to hit me for my figures
But till the day i lay this is strictly for my niggas
Come on
A-ha
Let's go
A-ha
Feel it
A-ha
Love it
A-ha
Love it
Yeah
Shoot yourselves
Come on
It's alright
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15.Section 53, Row 78
16.What's My Name
'sauce motherfucker' 'bitch niggas listen'
'i represent that shit, nigga bombs it son' (repeat 4x)
'you niggas heard 'pre-game''
By sauce motherfucker for you lame motherfuckers'
Ain't no stopping, cats just dropping
Hear guns cocking, fuck it, still rocking
Thug niggas and thug bitches give me my props and
Playa-hatin' motherfuckers cock-blocking
Cats got it twisted, i'm the next nigga
Sauce motherf-ing, check your text, nigga
I fuck tracks raw dog when i sex this
A rebel, i'm on some malcom x shit
Let the tec spit, i'm gunning 'em all
All these new niggas y'all pump, i'm running 'em all
Ain't nobidy fucking with the shit i do
If you disagree slightly, i shit on you, what
I'm just with it, tell from my riches
Keep my cars tinted, all my bitches
Love the bigga nigga cause i grind a lot
Try to calculate my figures cause i shine a lot
Keep my fingers on the trigger til i find a cop
You know my style, all my fucking lines be hot
I share these niggas, clear these niggas
It's my time, how dare these niggas
'bitch niggas listen'
'sauce motherfucker' 'bitch niggas listen'
'i represent that shit, nigga bombs it son' (repeat 4x)
'you niggas heard 'pre-game''
By sauce motherfucker for you lame motherfuckers'
Niggas is sick, once i dig in your chick
Heard all them rumors, sauce, getting rich is a bitch
Confidently i spit, my clique is the shit
The more weight i gain, the more bitches i get
How ironic, hooker made off like me
With no album out, came off like me
First single, watch it take off like beats
Squeeze the eight off like me, skate off like me
I know these cats ain't about they bids
I stay ready, i doubt these kids
Want it, or you work on it
You ride my dick so much i put a turnstile on it
Only fair now, pay your fares now
Spit snare rounds for spare clowns, no fear now
Rhyme or skit asshole, it's time to split
You just passing gas, nigga, i'm the shit
What's my motherfucking name？ (sauce motherfucking)
'sauce motherfucker' 'bitch niggas listen'
'i represent that shit, nigga bombs it son' (repeat 4x)
'you niggas heard 'pre-game''
By sauce motherfucker for you lame motherfuckers'
I'm the defiant vet you cats try and wet
Wanna be jordans, ain't even kobe bryants yet
Sauce money ain't no half-ass rapper
Act fast rapper, stack cash rapper
Hood past the hoochies cute, stack lucci, duke
Rock three-quarter gucci boots
Internal revenue, that's money up the dookie shoot
(what？) high off of hennessee shots
Enemies plot, but my memory got
Sixteen with one in the head, gunning with lead
Cats like to gossip？ here's something to spread：
Sauce money coming, better get ready
Fuck you vets, i don't squeeze to touch your chest
My flamer got me aiming at your upper esch
Unstoppable, when i'm on a block with a heater
If you love me, wait to you hear little jeeter
'sauce motherfucker' 'bitch niggas listen'
'i represent that shit, nigga bombs it son' (repeat 4x)
'you niggas heard 'pre-game''
By sauce motherfucker for you lame motherfuckers'
Recognize, nigga
17.V1 Skit
18.What We Do
Yo,yo bleek man what the fuck nigga
Fuck them hoes man
Fuck them bitches
What i like
Uh uh uh uh what what
I bet y'all think this some love song or shit
Thats a terible mistake
(sauce money)
I like to do 20 wild chicks scoping my whip
Do shows across the country get dough for my shit
Lookin' in the face of rappers hopping i quit
Still spit the fly shit to keep them grosing my hits
I like to neva eva let my tounge touch in the sex
Like to excersice one week say fuck it the next
Like to write four whole songs three skits a day
Talk shit with tyrina, and do hits with j
I like to write for other people keep 'em lovin' a nigga
On the low love the dough between my publish and bigga
Is it wroth a million yet thats what they say now
Long distance california let me call j brown
Hear the story off of a cappa who was first described
Do one for money sauce keep thirst alive
Like the shit filled with fam when i invent that hit
Like to scream rocafella when and repersent that shit
Chorus sauce money
Just, some of things that we like to do
Pretty sure some things you like to do
With a wooden chair a dolo or with your crew
Just, some of things that we like to do
Pretty sure some things you like to do
With a wooden chair a dolo or with your crew
What it is is what is is this is what we do
(memphis bleek)
I like to get my hustle on and make loot all day
Spit game at these chicks smoke in the hallway
Know how i feel about you right next to f
Like to shop tom d stay fresh to def
I like to analyze jigga man the evils is deep
Late night i hit these hoes while their peoples asleep
I like to wake up in the afternoon religuosly
I on a vow last night fuck school imma spend this g
I like to tell fake thugs man they soft as nerves
Like they drink infront of the heat and take off the skirt
Like when chicks try to make it seam to provoke me the hitter
Handle that diplomatic and try to fuck their sister
Like to stay away from hoes i heard caught a diesease
Like to do shows then hit bums off of some cheese
Everything i spit blaze now us in this week
Now i like to grab my dick and say bitch i'm memphis bleek
(chorus)
I like to ride shotgun, roll my dro' in the coop
Like to go gold with you and hold my guns on the stoop
Like to shoot whack rappers and get away with the crime
Like to bag shorties tried to fuck me two at a time
Like to see that bitch nigga who alarmin the cops
Only reason i pull heat infront of his mom and pops
(i neva liked that)but if he want to front on me imma strike
back
Niggas can neva front on bleek
(sauce money and memphis bleek)
I like to bows fow niggas never snuck in my click
Everyboy thats related we bustin they shit
Any girl i want, believe bleek fuckin' them quick
I like to watch the knicks while girls suckin my dick
No sweat i like to do sets while watchin' the nets
Go to parties take my shirt off and i'm rockin' my vest
I like to come through and drink bacardi dark in the lex
After that, smoke weed in the park when it's wet
I like to throw henium for all my niggas who died
All my street niggas who used to rock their timbs untied
Sauce money, memphis bleek what we bound to do
Forever and a day we'd like to put this down for you
(sauce money)
I'm sayin, that everybody like to do something ya know
You like what you like i like what i like
Thats what we doin' what we like to do
Sauce money, memphis bleek(bleek bleek)
Marcy
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