Album : Blood Money
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Go get your ratchet, my homie, we not havin' that
Get 'em in the club when that shit jam packed
Keep thinkin' its a game get your man tooks
I'm never under pressure, never seen hands shook

Blood money album drop, hell broke loose
All the drama ain't no tellin' who I'm gonna shoot
Check my motherfuckin' resume
Catch Hav where the motherfuckin' cheddar be

Slide through with your own risk
Chain gat on the train with your low bitch
Tears drop cause death is a tear jerker
Whether shot or strapped up to a steel gurder

It's foul how they took out Tookie
All this foul shit I did they should have took me, smokie
Smoke it, mmm, that's a slow toke
Liquor for the homies, gonna small toast

I'm holdin', cock back nigga move slow
The moment, squeeze the trigga of that fo fo
You notice, niggaz snitchin' for the po po
I'm frozen, neck, wrist, fingers no joke

I'm holdin', cock back nigga move slow
The moment, squeeze the trigga of that fo fo
You notice, niggaz snitchin' for the po po
I'm frozen, neck, wrist, fingers no joke

I smoke that nigga like a purple stick
Smoke a bitch pussy till she walk with a limp
Elemental P, heavy metal things when my 2007 guns is
Plastic for you crackheads, the new crack is Mobb Deep

Put the pipe down, pick up the CD, in a hood near you
We got all the things, they sell they couch and they TVs
Just so they can get a few tokes of the dope
New shit from Hav and shit P wrote, yo they passin' new laws
So they can ban us, cause our shit is so strong niggaz jaws be stuck

Twisted, twisted and they throwin' up, they nauseous
Because it the Porshes we clutch, its a love hate thing
We got wut these fiends dunn, they hate when we gone
And love when we re-up

I'm holdin', cock back nigga move slow
The moment, squeeze the trigga of that fo fo
You notice, niggaz snitchin' for the po po
I'm frozen, neck, wrist, fingers no joke

I'm holdin', cock back nigga move slow
The moment, sqeeze the trigga of that fo fo
You notice, niggaz snitchin' for the po po
I'm frozen, neck, wrist, fingers no
Go get your ratchet, my homie, we not havin' that   Get 'em in the club when that shit jam packed   Keep thinkin' its a game get your man tooks   I'm never under pressure, never seen hands shook      Blood money album drop, hell broke loose   All the drama ain't no tellin' who I'm gonna shoot   Check my motherfuckin' resume   Catch Hav where the motherfuckin' cheddar be      Slide through with your own risk   Chain gat on the train with your low bitch   Tears drop cause death is a tear jerker   Whether shot or strapped up to a steel gurder      It's foul how they took out Tookie   All this foul shit I did they should have took me, smokie   Smoke it, mmm, that's a slow toke   Liquor for the homies, gonna small toast      I'm holdin', cock back nigga move slow   The moment, squeeze the trigga of that fo fo   You notice, niggaz snitchin' for the po po   I'm frozen, neck, wrist, fingers no joke      I'm holdin', cock back nigga move slow   The moment, squeeze the trigga of that fo fo   You notice, niggaz snitchin' for the po po   I'm frozen, neck, wrist, fingers no joke      I smoke that nigga like a purple stick   Smoke a bitch pussy till she walk with a limp   Elemental P, heavy metal things when my 2007 guns is   Plastic for you crackheads, the new crack is Mobb Deep      Put the pipe down, pick up the CD, in a hood near you   We got all the things, they sell they couch and they TVs   Just so they can get a few tokes of the dope   New shit from Hav and shit P wrote, yo they passin' new laws   So they can ban us, cause our shit is so strong niggaz jaws be stuck      Twisted, twisted and they throwin' up, they nauseous   Because it the Porshes we clutch, its a love hate thing   We got wut these fiends dunn, they hate when we gone   And love when we re-up      I'm holdin', cock back nigga move slow   The moment, squeeze the trigga of that fo fo   You notice, niggaz snitchin' for the po po   I'm frozen, neck, wrist, fingers no joke      I'm holdin', cock back nigga move slow   The moment, sqeeze the trigga of that fo fo   You notice, niggaz snitchin' for the po po   I'm frozen, neck, wrist, fingers no
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