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"It's new!"
Yeah! yeah, bust down, flipmode now
I know what you all feel doin'
Go 'head and crash whip in the fuckin' wall
cool, niggaz, we gets busy

For sure, spit rogue, get 'bout to kick in the door
Dick sore, whores 'til they shit on the floor
Clique sick from when you use to see us before
Shit, a nigga, quick, niggaz know my rapport
workers on the strip that be ready for war
Brick I flip a little quicker if they in the store
Rip, 'til they drop, and they shit in they drawers
Shit crazy when I pop, and I'm the four

Thick bitches in the spot, watch strip for the sport
Spit for the block, yeah we swingin' a torch
Stick for they shit, thank them for they support
Quick nigga, better quit snitchin' at the court
Check a little slick and try to go on my Forbes
Cause we like we rich, and we holdin' the fort
This time, we had to it, guess what we brought
The hottest shit to bang from L.A. to the streets of New

All my people, get drunk, get
Get money, get rich, get fly
Get stupid, get busy, get
Jump all in your whip, the key and drive
Make a million we gonna make about five
We speak the and we ain't talkin' no jive
I'm speakin' to the streets and with it
Once again you we only come to get it

Ha, I stay wicked now I'm back on the
Like I on a vacation and I'm back from my trip
Nuff radio like I'm sailin' a ship
Or when the circle the block, busy trailin' my clique
Truck packed full of with the strap and the whip
Get the gat out of the stash, put it on my hip
Gat butt you in the face, split and fatten lip
Blood hit the floor louder than the clap when it

I credit your name with bullets, read the of the script
My victim's initials engraved on the back of the
love the way we roll, how the movement is thick
So official like my name's on the back of your
Pay triple for the name on the back of the
Name like the whole now I'm changin' the pitch
Kick back kinda crazy when I'm the fifth
you nicer than the God, shit is only a myth

Grab ahold of the masses, I was with a gift
Niggaz be runnin' they trap, 'em over the cliff
Thinkin' and the Guinness, busy holdin' the spliff
and shittin' on niggaz 'til we old and we stiff
I even drive whips, throw the shit on the lift
12 hours, one worker do the of the shift
I do the thing to make you open mouth
And give you shit to the midwest and the rest of the south

All my people, get drunk, get
Get money, get rich, get fly
Get stupid, get busy, get
Jump all in your whip, turn the key and
Make a million yeah we gonna make five
We the truth and we ain't talkin' no jive
I'm speakin' to the streets and everybody's it
Once again you know we come to get it