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• Quiet Money - Az
• Get Money - Az
• Get Mines - Oh No

This is quiet money fo life, understand huh
This is quiet money fo life, TBS huh
Get it right, huh
This another one street stressing
Keep pressing, he's guessing
Please I'm in the cut wit a bottle she's blessing
Where I been that's the key question?
Niggas yelling keep repping
I must to left some kind of deep impression, peep the essence
I speak in lesson if you seeking reference
Never leave ya weapon
See me if you need connections we insessing
Built aggression only brief accession
I mean my niggas filled wit flexions
So believe he's resting, leave the message
Fuck wit me niggas would be you breathless, leave you naked
I keep it gully like the Visa Question we perfect this
That's probation got us extra hating
No explanation for the murders just rap-a-lations recreations
This rap shit got us celebrating
Like we saving, we in hell with satan
Jails are waiting smell probation, serve time got us telemaking
Legendary now niggas can't tell me nating
(Nothing)
Yo, at fourteen my hot ass was chasing bitches
At fifteen my brother told me get them digits
Told me every penny count nigga hit them trinches
Don't floss to hard don't burn no riches
Don't trust no bitch if ya doe is heavy
And don't smoke with her if the blunt rolled already
No ass betting if you show it you betta blast it
Math class on the corner yeah I past it
Die right now take twenty from you bastards
Fuck it throw a fifth of Henny in my casket
Never got my ass kicked, never had a pitbull
I just went to high school with the clip full
First nigga act get a clip full
Mama raised me but the streets made me
Rum got me hazy chasing this cream
Fuck a dollar in a dream hundred grams and a thro team
And I'm gone make the block work
So's reing me up got the hood on clockwork
Bedstuy nigga you know it's on
Gotta flow so strong, you could put it in a bomb
When I die, I'm gone go in fashion, guns blasting
Cash inside coffins, memories get lost when you die
The legacy is eye for an eye
But overall I will survive nigga
When I die, I'm gone go in fashion, guns blasting
Cash inside coffins, memories get lost when you die
The legacy is eye for an eye
But overall I will survive nigga
Jump out the drop top
Catch you why you copping at that weed spot
Speak not you know them bitches be your weak spot
I'm in the trinches that's where y'all niggas scared to come at
Where all the guns at
Where my shorties flip them ones at
That's where my son's at
You speak of war but you don't want that
I blew the timbs out and blow the GS wit the rims out
I air your bens out baby moms and her friend's out
I knock a lens out, I bring the boys and the mens out
I leave you lace up, you paralyzed from the waste up
I'll fuck your face up, when I finish tossing cakes up
I'm eating the kris up, I iced the finger, neck and wrist up
If it's a mix up, look at all the ones that I fix up
I mean, I fucked up, fuck around you getting stuck up
Press ya luck up, back this motherfucking truck up
I'm 'bout to black out, it's up to me to close this track out
I pull the mack out, I blow your chest and your back out
And knock the glock out, air this whole fucking block out
I knock a cop out, fuck a high school drop out
Attempt murders, two to sixty on a cop out
I'm fucking with my nigga's up north on a lockout
The M A S A, you run your mouth we smack the tast out
We blow your face out, pay the judge to throw the case out
Check the game and the cats that play in it
Quiet money youngest lieutenant
Yeah world it's been a minute, I'm in it
To my heart stop or blood touch the concrete
Beyond deep, these streets got me gripping my heat
Losing sleep, breaking day sling crack to fiends
W.D. forty to sixty having backwards dreams
The cash the cream from the cradle to the casket green
Got the game tied up we the nasties team
We flash we steam if it's on then we mash your beam
Yellow tape the sidewalk and leave a nasty scene
Your back is spling ya brain, face and chest get sprayed
The desert the miss the spot when it bust your way
We touch we lay in the streets it's a must we play
We cook, we chop bust pots down and clust the way
From light to day it's only right that we cock and spray
We speeding on could spot a snake from a block away
I told you a what the game need is a change of speed
Visualize the realism
I'm a dangerous speed
When I die, I'm gone go in fashion, guns blasting
Cash inside coffins, memories get lost when you die
The legacy is eye for an eye
But overall I will survive nigga
When I die, I'm gone go in fashion, guns blasting
Cash inside coffins, memories get lost when you die
The legacy is eye for an eye

[Verse 1:]
In all black with the hard bottoms
Cop the daily news, skimming through the car columns
Making my way to the Pentecostal Church of Ebenezer with the grievers
They just killed Beaver for his sneakers
It's a fever on the ave, undercovers playing cabs
Raiding niggas labs, Lou Lav just got stabbed in his abs
It's sad, recession hitting niggas real hard
It forced a few jailbirds to go get jobs
Some'll starve, everything's a go in the hood
Sixteen little niggas sniffing blow in the hood
Set claiming, bandanas boosting their aiming
Shells ricocheting, shit ain't no use in complaining
Mama praying, the cancer done ate her calves
So the doc had to decapitate the leg in half
Do the math, it's over if I can't coach soon
Could have easily been the victim of a hot dope spoon, word to June
[Chorus:]
Get money, motherfucker get right
Get a blunt, get a bottle, get nice
Get a grip cause as soon as you slip, that's it
Set trip nigga, get life
Get money, motherfucker get right
Get a blunt, get a bottle, get nice
Get a grip cause as soon as you slip, that's it
Set trip nigga, get life
[Verse 2:]
So my options don't vary, I'm holding like Dirty Harry
In a truck like I'm supposed to marry, so savvy
Sadly, I'm like a sick psychiatric
Finger on the ratchet, the feeling's so immaculate
No attachments, it's ice in my veins
To put it point blank, I ain't right in the brain
Politeness remains though I strike with the fangs
So strange, at night you can see them when they hang
What a shame, murder on the quietest block
The specialist, like somebody hired a cop
It's syphilis, I'm just trying to do what it do
Metaphoric for the pulpit, the eulogy's true
The toolery's glue, in and out the sooner we through
I been about cars, money, clout and jewelry too
Louis the who? 13th, with nothing to chase
So why ask? Here's the facts, I'm a basket case
[Chorus:]
Get money, motherfucker get right
Get a blunt, get a bottle, get nice
Get a grip cause as soon as you slip, that's it
Set trip nigga, get life
Get money, motherfucker get right
Get a blunt, get a bottle, get nice
Get a grip cause as soon as you slip, that's it

[Buckshot (Oh No):]
Yeah, uhh uhh uhh.. Oh No (yeah)
B.D.I.
(This is for everybody, that starve in this shit)
(Y'all ready? I see y'all)
[Oh No:]
Ay, this is for my hustlin {niggaz}
With so much to handle ain't no feelin in they fingers
That travel deep, even without they {niggaz}
Cause the real knows that they still with us
My every day is no different than you and yours chillin
I'm cold, like pops when he was out in the road
Told that we gonna make a million; name is M.J. or Oh No
And every move is major independent without it bein slow roll
Tryin to smile goin through the bad times
That's why I stay high, and bang loud when I drive by
My eyes slightly shut, wide open
I'm watchin the time go by holdin in slow motion my hands
Can't take it back to the time back then
But I can get with Buckshot and start it over again
This is hip-hop like when it began; without the chains
and the trends to the ends be as real as it gets
[Chorus x2: Buckshot]
You can get yours, cause I'ma get mine
All we do is hustle, all day on the grind
It ain't a game how I live it
Insane how I live it, no fame how I live it
[Buckshot:]
There's a war goin on outside no man is safe from
You can run but you can't hide your face from
I take them to the blocks where the cops
let off shots for fun, this is Brooklyn son
One, two, what y'all gonna do
When they kick in the door, put your face on they boots like
Uhh, this ain't game, this is real life
The shotty steel like, you see what your body feel like
Darkness, now you see the light from the arsonist
Set fire to the world, stompin this
Timbaland in that man chest cavity
Step to me emphatically, you know it's a tragedy
That's why I shine like halogens
With my hustle and my hooligans stay hollerin
Polishin, weak {niggaz} off like old leathers
You wanna step up, but you know better
[Chorus]
[Buckshot:]