Lyrics:
Money on my mind, Busta Rhymes (uh)
Shot out Busta, yeah yes my diamonds custard
(custard)
I'm from the Nawf, not enough, sauce 'em
Line up 'em up, we
smog
'cause it tastes better than the poisonous fog
Seeping from the sewers in my slummy neighborhood
But the ghetto got love and the love is all good
So
the lights on
Then walk up in that bitch
Like Jeromes in the House
Listen
Im just tryna get head like Gina
And some ass from Pam
If I ever got to meet her
then she gotta go
Wanna see me drown, I gotta float
Best believe I get it by the boat
Thirsty bitch, she wanna sit up in it
Had your bitch and she be
ain't bein' distracted by nothin'
Migits size to dekemba
I ain't back up from nothin'
Moms still stressin'
It ain't the kids its the bills stressin'
She
baby I aint judging
59 south get the packs from my cousin
59 south get the packs from my primo
Eating on some tacos drinkin coke by the litro
Lil
to smash
Yeah
Up right down no shit nah
Hit her from the back too hard now she can't walk no shit nah
She just heard I got some cash, now she want a Tesla
I
a nigga gettin' gassed, puttin' ten on three
(Da Ruckus!) With the mic I blast men on sight
So off the hook Atlantic Bell had to go on strike
Doc did
on the way don’t be surprised by how it does
People sendin shots but they got aim like Elmer Fudd,
Never puttin our another dud
Hook
Man I can’t
Stop
of cocaine then your name will be rich
Now you can rock it up or sell it soft as leather interior
Drop some ice cubes in it, Deebo on perimeter"
He said
and hang your
Body up on hooks of steel i push the pills
Call me Vinnie the psychiatrist
And y'all are gonna have to
See defeat like a podiatrist
In
fuck you if you didn’t no cap
He got no choice but to belive in this shit now
We gon be bigger than big bitch
HOOK
I stayed down waited on my turn ran
the Mic like no one else
K-Dee introduce yourself, get busy boy
K-Dee in the house, Dre rocks the beats
Jinx still ill for my Posse
Ice Cube writes
Grr! Bad bitches getting behind me
Paw! 20 men back from the hood
Pull up on you then your niggas be ducking
I go skrr pa pa on this hook
Lowkey man
& Hooks nigga, we.. goin.. diamond!
[Chorus: Prodigy]
Yeah, what more do y'all want from us?
We spill our hearts out and it still ain't enough
Years we got
the 50 cent cocoa
Ice, ice, me baby
Cause the Black Sheep Dres be up on the scene
Let the top down, turn up the sound
Got my hands in the air
Cause my
shinin'
(Shinin') fuck burgers and fries
I want a private island
Stackin' up boxes on the late night shift
Can't even get the hook-up
From my late-night
with me
By the looks I got ya shook up and scared of me
Buckle your seat belt, it's time for takeoff
I don't think you're ready for this jelly
I
the play cause what you Got it ain't enough
I wanna Fly like Hook Mitchell a Diamond in the rough
With them uppercuts BPM's bars And jabs too
I'm flying
come to ya
West coast code taught to me by my brotha JVengeance, careful he'll walk up on ya
So I rap about the stuff I don't got
So the day I make it
the beginning
GO!
I'll never fall off, I'll never lose my skill
I'm a Gemini man, diagnosed as too ill
2 L's when I smoke, Mr.Smith with steel
I'm an Ice Cube
a whole different language
Got the 30 on me plus I'm feeling dangerous
Throw the 40 on em if he acting crazy
Imma pull up on em rock a By a baby like
the only way to get grands
In the industry
Now we’re in the booths trying to vocal
Dropping hot lines with hooks that’s kinda local
From up north
a nigga gettin' gassed, puttin' ten on three
(Da Ruckus!) With the mic I blast men on sight
So off the hook Atlantic Bell had to go on strike
Doc did
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