Текст песни Sauce Money - Soul In The Hole soundtrack, слова песни Sauce Money

Текст песни Sauce Money - Soul In The Hole soundtrack

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"Watch out for your friends"Aiyo, aiyo, you you you got that thing for me, huh?You thought I was layin it? No no I ain`t layin it, I`m takin itYou don`t understand? You confused?How bout if I stuck your fuckin head thru that windowthat would unconfuse you right?Thought I was layin it, give me the fuckin money, come onI`m blamin lame ass rappers frontin for faminI should open up a casino for all the games you playinI`m sayin, everyday in a different naminPlus they homos now, big black niggas flaminWe stressin, that you don`t be stressin usAnd if you GS and GS then don`t be B-S`n usJust be B-S`n logicly, not like that we be guessinBecause the truth need no modestyCristal to spring water, Bacardi whateverWhat it is is what it is, we can party togetherYou know how the game goes when your name growsBut still love is love, fuckin the same hoesAgainst the grain goes the souped-up rapper, he spittin venomSo now we gotta get wit himAnd do the ten thing, frightenin, while his mens clingThen watch blood extract out his ass like ginsengIt all ends with all of his mens hitand now our future friendship, strictly forensicBut that`s the life we livin, drivin, that`s how we drivenStrivin, you must be robbin, cos I ain`t giving, shoot ya guns Now when we bless this, with precise shit that we suffice with, we keep your mentals lit Now when we bless this....... "Watch out..."I see ya overly concernin, ya insides burninMad at the fact Sauce is earnin, with more niggas than Mark FurmanYa never learnin learnin, never been so determinedNot to be concerned with ya sermon, wheels of fortune still turninStill street caviar remains untouchedFor Sauce Money cheeseburger deluxeScreamin what`s the croc`s fienin, dough we rake off While you hailin for cabs we, taxi for take-offFake crews and units is dubbinGet ya whole clan wiped out, no scrubbinFor the description given, chapstick flappinPistol-whippin nigga rappin, sell arms to keep em clappinGungho chicks squeeze for me, crazy G`s for meTo see cheese come easily for meIn the same arenas, ain`t gotta state his name, you seen usFew bundles of dope never came between usSippin on Bay Breeze`s, now we higher than VenusComparin thumbs, tryin to see who`s the greenestHigh strung, no relief pitcher off my toungeAce of the staff, Sauce back-to-back Cy Young Now when we bless this, with precise shit that we suffice with, we keep your mentals lit *repeat x3*In the club lit, listen to all my niggas hitBitches love me for this disrespectful shitFuck em, the only thing I`m with is large amounts, clearMoney the only thing that counts hereBy any means like MalcolmX marks the spot, you know the outcomeIncome, never outdoneRap star, hit the stage dipped in tarOther crews muerto, can`t fuck with this conciertoToo fecicous so I drop new releases til your crew deceasesScrew your pieces, fuck your thesisFuck your speeches and fuck your beefCos when my crew aim, do more than brush your teethIt`ll split your shit, when it hit your shitIf you don`t want your shit hit, don`t forget your shitWe don`t spar, we aimin all niggas to AllahWhen it`s spent and to the nazarine if ya 85 PercentDo what I gotta, straight shot of JackAmareddo colada for my bitch in the backNever bluffin, never rap for nothinRap flow, don`t love it, sincerely yours, Sauce motherfuck it

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Soul In The Hole soundtrack

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