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| 2. |
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Never send a boy to do a man's job
You know? I think we got away from what the fuck this is all about We forgot - how to spit Muthafuckas is makin all these crazy-ass fuckin records Stop puttin your dirty laundry out in the street, muthafucka Follow me now Fuck with me [ verse 1 ] Sammy sosa slugger, hip-hop nigga, touch em all Some cute, but suck em all, I say fuck em all Eat a dick too, soloist choose another route G.h. form now, go and break my brother out Henny out the bottle, nigga, eyes low in the truck Nothin but that good smoke, hydro in the dutch Ain't no probably, sauce money, fool, got to be Chicken eggs grits, california, call it oscar e. Everything I spit hot, baby boy, you're kiddin me? Hit flex with it, stretch with it, then mr. cee Marley marl sunday night, can't forget kid capri Hit the turnpike where all my niggas down in philly be Just passin through, son, still many guns to cock 30 miles from the bridge where anyone can cop Chillin at my bitch crib, sip plenty rum and scotch Put it in the air for them niggas biggie, pun and pac [ chorus ] Haters frontin in the club Real gees show us love Bust slugs for my nigga (we gonna rock) Anywhere we do shows Come through, two hoes Killers with new flows, playa (we gonna rock) Even when eyes low from hydro Can't another brother cock-block my flow (we gonna rock) Can't stop our ones Can't block our guns Get your triggers And squeeze for these faculty niggas [ verse 2 ] Haters hate me cause I'm a big nigga with mass appeal They can suck a dick with ghonorrhea and that's for real Ain't no secrets, muthafuckas know I might clap the steel Be ready any given time, I'm like grab the wheel Let the window down slow, kid just bought the farm Two chicks in a yugo, damn, it's a false alarm Not on this joint, sauce usually calm with the grammar But right now I'm like baking soda, armed with a hammer Summertime comin, now they wonder what I drive next Represent for big niggas, 3-4-5-x Wide body jeeps, little dimes puff the herb slow Know the drill, bubblegum, rubbers in the 3rd row Suv tinted out, frontin on the hands-free Real gees happy for me, haters like 'it can't be' Fighter and a lover, worst enemy or your brother Just don't forget to call me dad too cause I'm a motherfucker [ chorus ] [ verse 3 ] I know bitches who love sauce for the dicko, straight gorilla Fatally, more than likely take at least eight to kill a- Ddicted to my flow, doggy style ain't the way I make my scrilla [name], [name], [name], [name], those my niggas Hit the club half-cocked, niggas shoulda knew me better Jim star dillinger, that's under my gucci sweater Through the crowd thugged out, took my stance and I spit Screamed on this one chick like, bitch, dance to my shit Part the club with elbows, bump a nigga, love that Nigga read my eyes and it said 'step the fuck back' This gorilla hill shit, we don't give two fucks On gorilla hill, kid, you tryin to do too much Must've had a sixth sense, how he knew I clutch chrome? Probably this a big bitch, front and left his nuts home Fuck that weak gotti shit, nigga, let your shotie spit Sauce muthafuckin, get your punk-ass body whipped [ chorus ] (3x) Welcome to gorilla hill |
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| 3. |
| 3:35 |
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| 4. |
| 4:12 |
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(Intro)
It don't get no betta than this (uh-uh) Uh, uh, uh, uh B-K muthafucka (Verse 1) It's a shame but, alot been change since we came up I used ta run wit them, now I got my guns for them Treat my hollows like trash, strait dumpin' 'em Sauce Money show niggaz no love when I come for them They thought they left a real nigga on his ass black And that my numbers wouldn't rise like Nasdaq And gotta re-half that, just pass that We 'gon clash black for playin' the middle like ya ass crack You can ball ova here, I play pass that Exotic cats love ta talk peace when you blast back No more fair ones, know you shot enuff of them Don't really wanna do it, now you gotta fuck wit 'em I'ma shit everytime that I hear ??? And make ya real ugly like bitter beer face Sendin' fake thugs back ta the essence Since my Rolex was a gift, there's no betta time than the present (Chorus) This one is for my hustlaz (Right!) Ladies don't tustle wit bustaz (Not tonite!) If you a dough gettin' swinga Niggaz act funny wit cha money Whatcha do? (Give 'em the finga!) This one is for my hustlaz (Right!) Ladies don't tustle wit bustaz (Not tonite!) If you a dough gettin' swinga Niggaz act funny wit cha money Whatcha do? (Give 'em the finga!) (Verse 2) I dedicate this ta cats want they cheddar ta rise Fifty grand too much, O.K. Seventy-Five Sauce Money kinda cat you could never despise Hit the streets lookin' like you a betta disquise Get a grip, I'm the preacher, you dance wit the devil Whoever my eyes focus on is not on my level Not even close, ex-girlfriends hatin' ta see it You can give me brain or get out, take it or leave it Relax wit side who, max wit my crew Operation gettin' money, that's what I do Insecure artists pay me not ta spit Show me fake love and then try ta fly if they hit They could feel it in they bones, cuz when I drop my shit All hell'll break loose, that's how hot I get I rock big in the summer, witout missin' the block When I wanna get M, then I listen ta Pac Scarface when I'm laid back, whippin' the 3 If I wanna hear that shit, then I listen ta me Stick in the key, turn the knob and open the door Prevokin' a war, cats saw us smokin' the 4, fo' sure (Chorus) This one is for my hustlaz (Right!) Ladies don't tustle wit bustaz (Not tonite!) If you a dough gettin' swinga Niggaz act funny wit cha money Whatcha do? (Give 'em the finga!) (Give 'em the finga!) (Verse 3) Look, I like ta come through and run up in 'em all night Bring my man too, Mami if it's alright I'ma a big one, but I like ta ball out Sip Henny, smoke dro 'til you fall out Hit 'em wit that Marcy maneuver, makin' 'em droppin' I ain't met one yet make me take her shoppin' But I might cuz I gotta lotta cash ma Platinum Navigator glock when the stash ha Rolex, Cuban Link, now the riddle comin' Do I know about 69, a little sumthin' I like ya point-blank style, you in it ta win it But before I go downtown, gimme a minute You got ta shower up, make sure no dirt in it I got the Pro-Fo, neva eva squirtin' it That's a thong, (damn), baby you just hurtin' shit Bring that thing here baby, show me what you workin' wit (Chorus) This one is for my hustlaz (Right) Ladies don't tustle wit bustaz (Not tonite) If you a dough gettin' swinga Niggaz act funny wit cha money Whatcha do? (Give 'em the finga!) This one is for my hustlaz (Right!) Ladies don't tustle wit bustaz (Not tonite!) If you a dough gettin' swinga Niggaz act funny wit cha money Whatcha do? (Give 'em the finga!) (Outro) This one is for my hustlaz Saucemuthafuckin' for the year 2-O-O-O (Hustlaz) Niggaz betta recognize (Hustlaz) I'm just gettin' started muthafuckaz (Hustlaz) Get yo shit off now (Hustlaz) It don't stop (Hustlaz) B-K nigga Marcy Worldwide You know the drill Cut a check or suck a dick |
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| 5. |
| 3:32 |
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Fuck these niggas
I don't give a fuck about nothin And you either This is for you Tommy Tuckers, you know em, neighborhood suckers We all got em, stupid motherfuckers Wanna-be rap brothers--ruggers--, bitin ass niggas who love us Idolize us, eat a dick, can't touch us Slick nigga, far from a snitch nigga Or bitch nigga, quick to click on a sick nigga Where it's at nigga, roam with the chrome nigga Fat nigga, bat against your dome nigga I'm that nigga, one you can't even crush Type of cat shit in your crib and don't even flush Kind of nigga when you see him that you wantin to touch On some Russell Simmons shit, but ain't in no Rush Cause when the shit hit the fan, who the hell can you trust? Duckin the blow? Really? Where the fuck can you go? Who the fuck can you get when I'm ready to spit When you hear my name I make you hate spaghetti and shit Spit and aim with the fifth, if I get caught in a lie Ten shots light you up like the 4th of July I don't need your help, bitch, I got support from the sky Quite fluid, I'm a definite, you might do it Bitches, guns and ones, got a right to it Fuck up against the wall, I send your ass right through it Tattooed like Mike did it, leave you lightheaded Swear to God, y'all niggas better act like Christ said it Hey yo yo who the hell this Sauce nigga think he talkin to, man? Arrogant bastard Chubby motherfucker You think you alla that, man? I can't even stand to hear this shit no more, man Hey you know what motherfuckers? It don't stop there I'ma solidify my rap spot til it's not fair Nothin to do with it, niggas say, "I'm glad it was them" Somethin to do with it, niggas gon' be glad it was them Inspire men, or some R&B shit and fire ten With Mya in it, gettin head from the way the tires spin My whole circle is hot, like when the dryer spin You just a cub nigga, trapped off in a lion's den Lookin for love? Fuck you, you found hate, stupid I run with a 112 kids who raped Cupid Plus got head, see my eyes, bloodshot red Hands where I can cee like Busta said I lead by example, nigga - must I led? Last thing you hear is shots and every cuss I said Real niggas walkin away, paramedics walkin your way Crackin jokes while I'm talkin to Jay Gettin head from four dimes from New York in a day This flow here is stainless, what you thought it was clay? Thought it was gold? Only thing it bought was your soul Split your wig, then confuse you for that fork in the road I don't play with wack rappers, I slay wack rappers Only aim to decay and spray wack rappers If niggas wanna front, and say fuck my shit Don't buy my album, fuck you and suck my dick Better forget it, just to be specific Cause if you the one, then I'm too terrific Better relax, 'fore you get it twisted It's to the death now, if you make the shitlist Forget your lingo, and how you primadonna niggas mingle I'm real money, fold up, you funny money, jingle News flash, here's a hot-ass item to bring you Had a car, Roley, and house before my first single I know how y'all niggas roll, quiet as a tear My album ain't even dropped, and I'm writer of the year I got shit, find me in your record store under 'hot shit' While you register, under 'not shit' I drop hits in the streets and triggers'll blow Show after show, watch him, big as I roll We all know the rules, fool, jewels, bitches and dough Did you hear? I'm the fattest, nicest nigga you know And I kill a muthafucka just to gain a buck Confuse niggas, bust guns, and aim to duck If you happen to sell half weight your game is luck Who write for who? Y'all sound the same, lame as fuck Can't control it, tried to sell it, heard it the way you told it Who bought it? And if you sold it? Extort it For somethin I might have smoked, roll it Never get grimy as me, I fuck a rattle snake if a nigga hold it I got both sides of the fence in minute I got hits with Jay, Clark, Primo, and none of my wheels is rented I got a smash with Puff bout to drop any minute |
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| 4:41 |
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| 4:02 |
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| 8. |
| 4:40 |
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| 9. |
| 4:20 |
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(Sauce Money)
MC rhymin.. .. uhh uhh Uhh, uh uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh MC, MC, M-A-R-C-Y Uhh, uh.. MC rhymin, chart climbin With the baguettes, Roley shinin We smokin the best trees, I bet some skins on it I got a SE, twenty inch rims on it I got playaz who wanna kill me but love to speak nigga cause I got a freak every day of the week They just fake friends, they hope the shit ends (fuck you) They see the dough my click spend in the big Benz They think it's sweet, now we rock cubans with diamonds in em but if they sleep (what?) hell is where I'ma send em I know it's beef cause I don't wanna be rhymin wit em They wanna act like BITCHES, time to split em What the deal Ma? Heard I was boss ha? On the real, wanna hear it from the Sauce ha? You like the way I do it? I just gotta spit I got flow doughs hoes and a lot of hits Chorus: Sauce Money (repeat 4X) MC rhymin, chart climbin Together we talk the talk, forever we walk the walk (Sauce Money) In the trial my niggaz'll squeeze for the general MP's holdin my heat, nigga run wild I dial, executioners, go the extra mile Nigga cock that, lose a screw when it pop black Never provoke toast, niggaz get ghost most You couldn't be my family, we never spoke close You spit that "yo" shit, I say "nosotros" Don't fuck with them dudes, think them niggaz homos I'm talkin the bad bitches, you on some funny shit You go for broke? I go for gettin money kid I grab your homebase, now she give new honey head To all you Donnie Brasco's, I'm Sonny Red I split a weak nigga cheek quick, with one of those Fuck a physique wrapped tighter than mummy clothes Off looks alone probably get to touch em all light but because of the flow, now I fuck em all night Chorus (Sauce Money) You like dough baby? Work hard and you can get that But in the meantime, let me hit that Get you down on all fours, like a Kit-Kat I'm tryin to split that, shouldn'ta did that In and out with the quickness now what could make the brother stop? Nothin, well maybe if the rubber pop And even then that might not slow me down I'm bout to go to town, wanna come? Show me now Singular most MC's bringin your toast I run roughshod rip rap stars and roast I don't brag or boast, I only speak in facts And if I say you seven days, how weak/week is that? Fatal to niggaz that's unable to ride wit me You better decide who side or collide wit me The very last rapper tragically he died swiftly You been warned motherfuckers, now come and get me Chorus (Sauce Money) MC.. Together we talk the talk, forever we walk the walk (4X) |
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| 1:52 |
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| 4:26 |
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Yo, who the fuck is this?
It's like 3:30 Yo, get the phone, bitch |
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| 3:55 |
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| 2:24 |
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| 3:09 |
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Y'all muthafuckas want me to stop?
Oh, I'll stop, muthafucka But you gotta do somethin for me Say Unkle (Say Unkle) Better hurry up (Hurry up) You better hu- Ah-ah, fuck it, it's too late ( VERSE 1 ) I kicks it, oh yeah Click, spit, don't care Never see me no mere Lot of niggas know me Few hoes blow me Nigga stay low-key Sauce Money Faculty, reppin shit for my homies Def, now we ride, cats screamin "I'm it!" That's just too bad, that's the hit I'm with Been a lot of places, seen a lot of niggas Lot of different faces, most of them killers Counted lot of figures, niggas know I'm raw Off day for sure, packin a .44 Gather round the lightning, now you feelin the volts Might not see me, but you see the results Everybody talkin, take a listen, back now Bullshit cats, muthafuckas dissin that now One thing I know, never kind of, sort of Fuck you and that bitch nigga with you, fool, in that order ( CHORUS ) Niggas better play dead, let go Play-Doh I'm about to spray now, fuckin with (aiyo) Sauce Money my nigga, they don't want no drama Muthafuckas, we killers, I put that on my mama Diamond ring shinin, bitches say it's so nice Sauce Muthafuckin, now she's shakin all night Non-stop, we get the place cracklin From North, West, South, East and back again ( VERSE 2 ) Niggas know I rock, spittin for my riches Representin my block, this is for my bitches Seems as though we next, laughin at you haters 900 CX, platinum Navigators Since my hits is so hot, now I'm keepin a toast Niggas ain't about shit, usually speakin the most Tons of sons kick in your door, nigga, so run your funds What's done is done, I don't see no one's and you see my guns That's how I roll, niggas like we know Hit the spot heavily armed, me and Reno Hemmed up with three hoes, sippin on a bottle Cut a check, suck a dick, that's my motto Like it, love it, fuck it, I'm Sauce Money for life Keep my circle real tight cause I know niggas is trife Plottin from long-range to hit me for my figures But till the day I lay this is strictly for my niggas ( CHORUS ) Come on A-ha Let's go A-ha Feel it A-ha Love it A-ha Love it Yeah Shoot yourselves Come on It's alright 1 2 3 Gone |
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| 5:13 |
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| 16. |
| 3:50 |
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"Sauce Motherfucker" "Bitch niggas listen"
"I represent that shit, nigga bombs it son" (Repeat 4x) "You niggas heard 'Pre-Game'" By Sauce Motherfucker for you lame motherfuckers" Ain't no stopping, cats just dropping Hear guns cocking, fuck it, still rocking Thug niggas and thug bitches give me my props and Playa-hatin' motherfuckers cock-blocking Cats got it twisted, I'm the next nigga Sauce Motherf-ing, check your text, nigga I fuck tracks raw dog when I sex this A rebel, I'm on some Malcom X shit Let the tec spit, I'm gunning 'em all All these new niggas y'all pump, I'm running 'em all Ain't nobidy fucking with the shit I do If you disagree slightly, I shit on you, what I'm just with it, tell from my riches Keep my cars tinted, all my bitches Love the bigga nigga cause I grind a lot Try to calculate my figures cause I shine a lot Keep my fingers on the trigger til I find a cop You know my style, all my fucking lines be hot I share these niggas, clear these niggas It's my time, how dare these niggas "Bitch niggas listen" |
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| 1:50 |
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| 4:41 |
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