[Styles P] Yeah (yeah, D-Block) We ain't gon' talk this much this year, "Time is Money" nigga We'll talk "After Taxes" (Sheek Louch) There's a science to our shit nigga (you know this) We love each other muh'fucker We'll die for each other, shit is real muh'fucker
{MARIO!!!}
I'm from a place where they die for a dollar bill Some niggaz get rich, most niggaz just go to jail Niggaz in the hood, hit shit and they know it's real Either get, life or some dough for the blow you sell Which make me a hard fellow, paint the Benz the color of Caramellos Sky blue and dark yellow, chillin in Palm Meadows Tryin to get some M's in my hand Can't see the picture need to look again or get your camera a lens It's the game, who the fuck let the amateurs win I hit the wind, time to sin, pick my man up at ten He said P (whattup dawg) get the GT if you damaged the Benz It ain't the money it's respect that make me man of the men He said dollars is important to niggaz I told him holla let him earn it we extortin them niggaz (hahaha) Straight bodies, no slippin, no court for them niggaz Suck my dick, is the only words I offer them niggaz It's a new day and age, when I die throw {?} in my grave And tell my niggaz in the cage I wasn't able to save Sometimes the streets get the best out of men, they got a cell for you Crackers tryin to stretch out the pen, I go to hell for you See like the eyes on the pyramids They offer niggaz death, cause they see they got fear of it Shoot niggaz in the head cause it's just an experiment He said he was a thug to see his blood so they smearin it What?
(D-Block nigga) Muh'fucker Shit is crazy (You know what time it is) Yeah (We ain't fuckin talkin too much this year) I'm starvin nigga (FUCK niggaz) It's my turn, "Time is Money" Poobs we out
{Forget about it Mario}Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
