I'm 'bout my hustle homey, I've got to show I'm on a mission baby get that dough And once I get it gotta get some mo' [B-Real:] You take the game and
blackbirds ridin' with they Dillingers I'd get more in depth if you boys really real enough This is la familia, I'll explain later But for now, let me get
niggaz is only gon' leave you smoke So the only thing left now is toast for these cowards (that's right) I got no friends, fuck most of these cowards (that
to get on, suck a dick or get shit on Don't understand they playin wit it Players get these bitches open and let they man hit it Fuck that, you can trust that
ass out on what a bitch think when a nigga got some cheddar Girls be like (A LOON)! Take that, get money, cars, player That's that act innocent get his
at club med Ya say you like this record,you think it's fun? Party people get stupid we just begun!!! (break) You're get,get,gettin' real stupid As the beat hits your body get
watch rap get done And my brothers ain't gettin' none A nigga like me has gotta spit game Nigga, get that cash flow, fuck that muthafuckin' fame 'Cause
this R & B androgynous Get the most play So I get fly Do a movie - quadruple my cash You just went double platinum Let's see if you last Every word that
you son I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one I got the Rap Patrol on the gat patrol Foes that wanna make sure my casket's closed Rap critics that
I get it tonight? (repeat once more) {verse 2} No Christmas here I'm taking time and a half gotta make that cash even if a nigga gotta drive that cab
, "I'm the shit man" The type of nigga that you need in yo' crew Type of dude that will do shit you won't do, can't do Get more burn than a candle Too
dough And I'm yellin', "I can't help ya "But Nelly can we get tickets to the next show?" Hell no, what's witchu?! You for real?! Hey yo, now that I'm
and make a nigga wanna dance Now what that be for, you're on that reefer and on that Tupac In front of them oooh wops, trying to show out, that's the
know that, I know that you're pimpin', you're pimpin' I know that, I know that so I'm flippin', I'm flippin' I ain't a pimp no more, that was '99 'Cause
t real, hope ya (Got yourself a gun) It's the return of the Prince, the boss This is real hardcore, Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit's soft Sip criss, get chips
prince, the boss This is real hardcore, kid rock and limp bizkit's soft Sip criss, get chips, wrist gliss, I floss Stick shift look sick up in that boxed
all ways to money so we mashing, we dashing Get paid around parting give me twist a thug and I get up, in that ass I'm here to get that money keep it
dome wit a shot of bird Never get tossed to the curb Be feelin' that urge to splurge But I'm broke as ***, son, gimme that Mossberg swerve Up into my
