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

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

Thick bitches in the spot, watch them strip for the
Spit vicious for the block, we swingin' a torch
Stick niggaz for they shit, thank 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' we rich, and we holdin' the fort
This time, we had to bring it, guess we brought
The shit to bang from 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 whip, turn the key and drive
Make a million yeah we gonna make about
We speak the truth and we ain't talkin' no
I'm speakin' to the streets and everybody's it
Once again you we only come to get it

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

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

Grab ahold of the masses, I was with a gift
Niggaz be runnin' they trap, throw 'em the cliff
Thinkin' and the Guinness, busy holdin' the spliff
Flippin' and shittin' on 'til we old and we stiff
I even drive whips, throw the shit on the lift
12 hours, one worker do the whole of the
I do the thing to make you open mouth
And give you shit to bang the midwest and the rest of the

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