| Lyrics: | [Memphis Bleek]
Yea.. serious shit..
[Record scratch]
Aiyyo, this time it's for my
family, we ride or die
It's in the blood til the death, now aim for the sky
My fo' blow for
sure, for dough, for own land..
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It's money, drugs, and hot
slugs
It's money, drugs, and hot slugs [Street Scholar]
It's money, drugs, and hot slugs [R
O C]
It's money, drugs, and hot slugs
[Memphis Bleek]
Niggas said I can't do
it
Funny I done it
The album is here, now who the fuck want it?
I let niggas eat now I'm
here to collect
I admit they tried, but they ain't rep correct
Now the dinner table's set
and it's my time to eat
Don't even wipe your mouth, get up, be out!
Don't let the cars fool
you, or the jewelry blind you
My life's the realest nigga, I should write me a
novel
This for them broads that'll hold me down
And my niggas on the Internet
that download my style
And my dog in line in at chow
Just bangin with his walkman playin me
loud
And the nigga with that plate
Choppin them grams, him and his man
Listening to
music that they understand
And that white boy goin to college
He don't know about the ghetto
but know how to hold metal
Them white boys, they'll shoot shit up
They can listen to this
shit, I don't give two fucks
But back to it, sippin on that Cognac fluid
In the Porsche,
burnin the conduit
This is ride music, get high music
That M dot, hot supply
music
That's the answer, life's like cancer
I thought I told y'all niggas I'm
serious!
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It's money, drugs, and hot slugs, you know Bleek |
