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"It's new!"
Yeah! yeah, Busta bust down, now
I what you all feel like doin'
Go 'head and crash your in the fuckin' wall
It's cool, niggaz, we busy

For sure, spit rogue, get more 'bout to in the door
Dick sore, whores 'til they shit on the floor
Clique more sick from you use to see us before
Shit, kill a nigga, quick, know my rapport
Keep workers on the that be ready for war
Brick I flip a little if they shit in the store
Rip, maybe 'til they drop, and they shit in drawers
crazy when I pop, and I'm grippin' the four

Thick bitches in the spot, watch strip for the sport
Spit for the block, yeah we swingin' a torch
Stick for they shit, thank them for they support
Quick nigga, better quit down at the court
Check track a slick and try to go on my Forbes
Cause we stackin' like we rich, and we the fort
time, we had to bring it, guess what we brought
The hottest shit to bang L.A. to the streets of New York

All my people, get drunk, get
Get money, get rich, get fly
Get stupid, get busy, get
Jump all in your whip, the key and drive
Make a million yeah we make about five
We speak the truth and we ain't no jive
I'm speakin' to the streets and with it
Once again you we only come to get it

Ha, I stay wicked now I'm back on the
Like I went on a vacation and I'm back my trip
Nuff radio rotation like I'm sailin' a
Or when the team the block, busy trailin' my clique
Truck packed full of niggaz with the and the whip
Get the gat out of the stash, put it on my hip
Gat butt you in the face, split and your lip
Blood hit the floor louder than the clap when it

I credit your with bullets, read the back of the script
My victim's initials on the back of the clip
Chicks the way we roll, how the movement is thick
So official my name's on the back of your bitch
Pay triple for the name on the back of the
Name like the city now I'm changin' the pitch
Kick kinda crazy when I'm holdin' the fifth
Think you nicer than the God, shit is a myth

Grab ahold of the masses, I was born a gift
Niggaz be runnin' they trap, throw 'em the cliff
Thinkin' and drinkin' the Guinness, busy holdin' the
Flippin' and shittin' on niggaz we old and we stiff
I don't even drive whips, throw the on the lift
12 hours, one worker do the of the shift
I do the thing to you open your mouth
And give you shit to bang the and the rest of the south

All my people, get drunk, get
Get money, get rich, get fly
Get stupid, get busy, get
all in your whip, turn the key and drive
Make a million yeah we gonna make about
We speak the truth and we ain't no jive
I'm speakin' to the streets and everybody's it
Once again you know we come to get it