[Sauce Money]
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(*Laughing*) Brooklyn
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This is the set-off
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Kay Sleezy
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Take it to the streets nigga
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Word up
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Sauce Money
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Uh, uh
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Proper set-off
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Don't get it fucked up cuz Sauce calm wit his grandma
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Cuz I'm like baking soda bitch, I'm armed with a hammer
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And when I'm strapped fool, fuck your brother
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Cuz like Jimmy Ivene in Virginia you in the scope like a muthafucka
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Fine, niggas don't wanna let him shine
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Niggas hate that fact Sauce don't give a fuckin' nine
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Soon as he ran his mouth, one tre pound seven to nine
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Guess who's the odd man out
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I guess we got something in common
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I'm just a little more calm when
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I'm about to split your arm in
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Put a hole so big in your noggin
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That if you God body, you can fit the whole sun, moon and star in
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You starvin' for more lyrics I know
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Steady robbin' all them lyrics I flow
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I'm Sadam-ing all you niggas fo sho
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You betta know I'm a true nigga, please do nigga
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Betta inquire from a few niggas
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Cuz bitch, I done shit on quite a few and quieted a few niggas
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Get a grip, dead four-fifth in the hip
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Slip, never picture me fallin' nigga don't trip
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[Killer Mike]
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Stoned is the way of my walk
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In a mini-mack eleven, the tone when I talk
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When I spray niggas pray, lay on the sidewalk
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Color blood red, body outlined in chalk
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My rhymes, two zigs all nines
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Hard hit when they spit, split wigs double time
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This eightball's a strict nine
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Tear apart body parts when I spark nine
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At they head hard lodged in they damn spine
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Leaves emcee's like Christopher Reeves, crippled and cryin'
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Shittin' in a bag and a breath away from dyin'
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Nigga I'm - the epitomy of raw rhymes
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The epitomy of rap rock
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I make a block party bop to the sounds of a hot glock
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From New York down to Georgia it don't stop
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Killer Kill from Addamsville with a hot glock
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Blaaat!
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[Bun B]
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They say murder is the case they wanna throw me
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I guess these muthafuckas don't know me
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O.G. rock called a yay slanger
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VA's finest
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Underground muthafuckin' king call me "Your Highness"
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I tear your sinus with this gun powder
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Wipe your tears with the steal, no fear this is real niggas
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Here is the deal: you clear in this field
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And ain't stoppin' until every hater here is revealed
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Cuz we don't need no fuckin' clearance to peel
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Or shortstoppers runnin' and the fear is revealed
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So - get off this block homie handle your corner
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Keep all your heroin, rocks and you mariju-wana
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I'm like a - character on the Sopranos or the Wire
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You'se a - big pussy lil' man, it's over, retire
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Cuz the - clock's tickin', your days is done
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But we know all them lil' different fuckin' ways you slum
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But it's trill downtown, your momma's all free
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Your house is sugar-layin' with your wife and your seed
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Yes indeed, Big Bun is on a home invasion
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You gon' bleed on my gun from your dome abrasions
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Cuz my chrome is blazin', I'm naughty crunk
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Got the bop gun like Sir Nose D'Voiddoffunk
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Bitch, I pull a sawed-off from under the waist
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Open your eyes muthafucka, you got thunder to face
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Fuck rest, we gon' lay these muthafuckas to waste
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You bit the pully nigga tell me, how the fuck did it taste
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From my gun...
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Big guns, big power
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M. Woods, sixth hour
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Berettas, Tauruses, Rugers
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Smith and Wesson's, glocks and lugers
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AK's, AR 15's
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Mack elevens and M-16's
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High caliber, so why try it?
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You live by it, so you die by it
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A muthafuckin' gun...
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[WC]
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Who's the man with the strap in his hand
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Homie's stolen semi-autos and contrabands
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All day every day, crossin' my hood in day
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In a six-trey with my nigga Kay Slay
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Dub the law scan, the infrared scanner
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Hangin' out the window, hittin' em up with the bandana
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And I can't stand a snitch so I - clean the lid
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Just in case them bitch niggas wanna sing with this
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I stay on the trigger, cuz lames hate me nigga
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They can't pay me nigga, where my lay dates nigga
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Where AK one-on-one so thirty shot
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Nine millimeter Melindas aimed ready to send ya
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So put your can on your vest like a Bible and pray slowly
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Cuz this'll leave your teflon holey
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With the forty glock ready to ring, bring the trauma to the |