"Watch out for your friends"
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Aiyo, aiyo, you you you got that thing for me, huh?
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You thought I was layin it? No no I ain't layin it, I'm takin it
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You don't understand? You confused?
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How bout if I stuck your fuckin head thru that window
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that would unconfuse you right?
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Thought I was layin it, give me the fuckin money, come on
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I'm blamin lame ass rappers frontin for famin
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I should open up a casino for all the games you playin
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I'm sayin, everyday in a different namin
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Plus they homos now, big black niggas flamin
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We stressin, that you don't be stressin us
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And if you GS and GS then don't be B-S'n us
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Just be B-S'n logicly, not like that we be guessin
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Because the truth need no modesty
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Cristal to spring water, Bacardi whatever
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What it is is what it is, we can party together
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You know how the game goes when your name grows
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But still love is love, fuckin the same hoes
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Against the grain goes the souped-up rapper, he spittin venom
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So now we gotta get wit him
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And do the ten thing, frightenin, while his mens cling
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Then watch blood extract out his ass like ginseng
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It all ends with all of his mens hit
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and now our future friendship, strictly forensic
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But that's the life we livin, drivin, that's how we driven
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Strivin, you must be robbin, cos I ain't giving, shoot ya guns
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Now when we bless this, with precise shit
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that we suffice with, we keep your mentals lit
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Now when we bless this.......
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"Watch out..."
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I see ya overly concernin, ya insides burnin
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Mad at the fact Sauce is earnin, with more niggas than Mark Furman
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Ya never learnin learnin, never been so determined
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Not to be concerned with ya sermon, wheels of fortune still turnin
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Still street caviar remains untouched
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For Sauce Money cheeseburger deluxe
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Screamin what's the croc's fienin, dough we rake off
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While you hailin for cabs we, taxi for take-off
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Fake crews and units is dubbin
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Get ya whole clan wiped out, no scrubbin
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For the description given, chapstick flappin
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Pistol-whippin nigga rappin, sell arms to keep em clappin
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Gungho chicks squeeze for me, crazy G's for me
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To see cheese come easily for me
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In the same arenas, ain't gotta state his name, you seen us
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Few bundles of dope never came between us
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Sippin on Bay Breeze's, now we higher than Venus
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Comparin thumbs, tryin to see who's the greenest
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High strung, no relief pitcher off my tounge
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Ace of the staff, Sauce back-to-back Cy Young
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Now when we bless this, with precise shit
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that we suffice with, we keep your mentals lit
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*repeat x3*
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In the club lit, listen to all my niggas hit
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Bitches love me for this disrespectful shit
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Fuck em, the only thing I'm with is large amounts, clear
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Money the only thing that counts here
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By any means like Malcolm
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X marks the spot, you know the outcome
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Income, never outdone
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Rap star, hit the stage dipped in tar
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Other crews muerto, can't fuck with this concierto
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Too fecicous so I drop new releases til your crew deceases
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Screw your pieces, fuck your thesis
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Fuck your speeches and fuck your beef
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Cos when my crew aim, do more than brush your teeth
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It'll split your shit, when it hit your shit
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If you don't want your shit hit, don't forget your shit
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We don't spar, we aimin all niggas to Allah
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When it's spent and to the nazarine if ya 85 Percent
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Do what I gotta, straight shot of Jack
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Amareddo colada for my bitch in the back
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Never bluffin, never rap for nothin
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Rap flow, don't love it, sincerely yours, Sauce motherfuck it
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Against The Grain
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Sauce Money |