"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
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
[puff daddy] Yo puff daddy Get off me Ladies & gentlemen You're about to witness something that you've never witnessed before Sauce money's in the house & he brought his man with him
I leave rap in a state of shock Where to rock, from the figures still Play the block with my niggas Ill lush, game 20 pounds, but all my niggas still crush Still stack chips galore Chicks want out the ghetto, try to hit you raw Better know that everything I love - roll back Cop my first gold plaque, soon as my man blew Still spittin' the fly, hits you can't do nigga You ain't gainin', you game in, barely maintainin' I push fly whips without strainin', my cliques smother Get tougher, hits rougher, puff is deep in the streets like chris tucker My wrists cluster, on a mobile P-diddy, rap mogul, thought I told you that we don't stop Thought I told you that when I drop, platinum plaques I cop, push bentley's without the tops, nigga
[chorus] (puff daddy)
Try to see if you see what I see Give my game & spit my g When it's all done, stack, funds, & I'm the one On top is where I be Tell me, do you see what I see? (when I look in your eyes, I see you hatin' inside, so tell me) Do you see what I see? (I know you're hopin' I'm blind, cause you don't want me to shine)
[sauce money] No secret, undefeated, I'm top seeded Whenever I drop hits, you don't want it, you need it This a hot joint from sauce, you feel cheated Unanimous decision, love the way I freak it Brooklyn, shogun, beat the 4-1 Niggas want to bite off my flow son I don't think no one, got that, rock a hot track Like me, nice to the sauce? naw Spit rounds, it's rough did I mention the thorough? Bk forever representin' my borough Push fly whips, quick to stack my chips Too easy for you to understand my hits When the album drops every pocket hold some Sauce motherfuckin' forever, I told son Hypnotic, heard the ? war 'fore I shot it Better cop it, cause all that fly shit, I got it
(chorus)
[pd] I took rap by the throat & locked it P-diddy fixed all those who tried to stop it Some of y'all tried to blast off, but couldn't rock it If my flow ain't like a door, how could you knock it?
[sauce money] (pd) As a matter of fact, yo don't you hate that? (hate that) Whenever cats playa hatin' from way back (way back) Mad at you, just because they whack (they whack) And I bought your style, older than 8-track (8-track)
[pd] Only way to react though Make hot joints & stack dough Laughin' at your whack flow Try to catch my g Just so you can rap like me Act like me
[sm] Rap like me But it seems as though you dreamin' a lot (pd) I'm the cream of the crop [sm] Soon to be seen in the drop (pd) Blow the spot for the not [sm] Control the block, watch his name bubble like a soda pop (pd) When he drop
(chorus 4x)
[puffy ad-libs throughout chorus] Sauce money Puff daddy Bad boy forever B.i.g. forever Hitmen Prestige, rock on playboy
Intro: 2000, and it goes like. (uh huh, yeah yeah)
Chorus: this goes out to my brooklyn crew Lay my game flat, what you wanna do Talk all night, are we gonna screw? I'm talking 'bout me and you
Verse one: sauce money
I like to push up on chicks like it's the last record Take 'em to the telly get buck passed naked Let 'em feel the power, lick 'em if it don't taste sour Hit 'em in the shower for an hour Give 'em that feeling, sauce money for real and Let her get on top if there's mirrors on the ceiling Hit her so right that she wanna throw rice My device makes her say damn, that nigga's nice! Know I got wifey lay my cards when I pivot Pass your seven digits if you're with it Sauce wanna give you the option for the boot knockin' Nine times outta ten it's on and poppin' Ain't no stopping victory's in the air Bring a friend next time let's do it again Bring your whole crew if you see through me And we can meet on the bqe And it goes like
Chorus (2x)
Verse two: sauce money, jay-z
Sauce money:
Had this bitch bragging, Sauce had his tongue between my thighs lally-gaggin; Huh, could you imagine Shaking your tail just like a dragon here comes my worse flame In the morning hot 97 the first thing (deny it) hell yeah y'all don't buy it I don't eat no kind of fish if you can't fry it But who knows maybe one day I'll try it But for now slow down too much lip is killin' your diet
Jay-z:
Can I get it what - get it wet When he hit it first can I get it next, shit you the best It ain't wack to be with both of us, mami actually I'm eddie kane jr., that nigga me! You want me to feel what he feel when it's tight And I know, he don't be doing it right But it gets no liver than this, never lie on our dicks Shit, we got nigga's rides on our wrists Play your cards right you'll be driving the 6 Shopping all day hoppin' out in the dist. Popping the crist., shit hoppin' outta your wrist Popping your shit, new york's hottest bitch >from the ghetto to the stilletto's But you gotta do it two times like an echo, y'all feelin' that This is how we run it down the line Nigga sauce goes first jigga next to rhyme
Chorus (2x)
Verse three: jay-z, sauce money
Jay-z
I see you got a lot to get off your chest Coat, blouse, bra-don't talk me to death Like murder's on your mind mami, off the dress Jigga ran game 'til I lost my breath
Sauce money
Last thing I need to know is what it costs for sex What you need to know is if I lost respect Don't have to worry if you do sauce correct I'ma bless that, bring my whole crew through, don't even sweat that
Jay-z: uh, dime pieces I'm hittin' Sauce money: four in the morning frosted flakes in your kitchen Jay-z: now you want me to start trickin' I suppose Sauce money: that's when the first face off kicks in- We don't love these hoes!
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)
(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
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
[sauce money] I lay my gun fine, ideas be as bright as the sunshine Shook the rap game with just one line When me and my niggaz combine, all day, you know what? Sometimes, I run with mad niggaz who done time Hit you with eight, from one nine, now you showin the vein My shells is like information, go in your brain Holdin my slug, before you squeeze em show em the love Burn your fingertips so throw em a glove, understand me Before my album drop, cop the grammy, uncanny Bought my first role' from manny Dirty burners my crew never hand me, nigga we family You not, get shot, get caught slippin like dexter manley With at least ten lead, spray right, paint your skin red Damn we, all the shit you can't be We big time, you small time, real small like how an ant be Marcy, bust a shot for metcalf, tilo and danny Peace to the bureils, cut wop and stanley Boom moet and bow, my whole set is wild Past threats, frontin flash singles and that's bent Fuck a bitch, you know the drill Cut a chick or a suck a dick
[jay-z] Jigga, what the fuck? As a youth explosively, clappin off the roof Shootin guard like kobe, raised up slay smears and bo'e Back then, gil was my codiene, spanish jose Showed me how to get the money niggaz owed me Fast forward, no kids, six cars and three role's Two cribs, trips to cuba, sippin on uba Got rap in a stupor, first to clap your group up From the range with the ski rack, or six with the ruger Shit, I light the motherfuckin soundproof booth up New shit, y'all say the same shit like you're looped up Your rap's all lazy, jigga the black scorcese What your album lack is more jay-z Code name: jay-hovah, all praise me Y'all don't paint pictures, y'all all trace me You've yet to see the day when my squad be done I represent that shit nigga, marcy son, what?
