Intro- You wan' smoke that go 'head roll it son.. I don't give a fuck man smoke that shit.. You can smoke crack if you wanna smoke crack I don't give a fuck what you wanna do man.. Don't look to me to stop you man.. Yeah.. I'm not gettin' in the way..
Chorus- Cash rules i keep a shooter 'round me Queens get the money, i have a nigga killed y'all Your in the hood ask niggaz about me Jesus, for the money, niggaz'll go real hard
Verse- You are now under my hypnosis Summertime grind come out with the toasters I return like a animal ferocious New money breed new enemies, nigga you know this Another mill another nigga sick I got nuttin' but hard dick for your bitch to lick I box unorthodox, Southpaw, outlaw, bricks of raw I'm out in the drought i make the dope price sour Shit cool till the Mack out, run when they back out A nigga finna back, i better pray that bitch jam It's in god's hands, it's all god's plan You mean even when a nigga gettin' smoked god damn..
Chorus- Cash rules i keep a shooter 'round me Queens get the money, i have a nigga killed y'all Your in the hood ask niggaz about me Jesus, for the money, niggaz'll go real hard
Verse- I push my pill with passion, i'm the author of the struggle Where pain is the headcrack, the sign of a devil Trick Six six six i'm back on my bullshit See clear through my third eye, it's gon' be a murder Every summer every winter every spring You think i'm bullshittin' i put that on errthang The shootin' gon' start right after the shit talkin' I was sellin' crack while Mike was moonwalkin' Twenty off a pack, i stacked, i can't call it I blast ya like NASA jack, ya outta orbit I mean your outta order, you don't want me to send a nigga to ya So he can put some hot shit through ya, do ya?
Chorus- Cash rules i keep a shooter 'round me Queens get the money, i have a nigga killed y'all Your in the hood ask niggaz about me Jesus, for the money, niggaz'll go real hard
Outro- Yeah.. I'm back baby i'm back.. New shit.. The drought over.. New product.. Yeah.. Man i can't fit in with these niggaz man.. I mean niggaz got mohawks, they wearin' skinny jeans man.. I think these niggaz is faggots man.. For real man.. They with the rainbow club man.. They think this shit is a fad come on man.. I think it's more than that man.. I think it's more than that.. So if a nigga wear a dress, you gon' put on a dress too? Come on man..
Chorus- Cash rules i keep a shooter 'round me Queens get the money, i have a nigga killed y'all Your in the hood ask niggaz about me Jesus, for the money, niggaz'll go real hard
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