• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Gotta have it - Kanye West
• Ghetto Vet - Ice Cube
• Gotta have it - Raekwon
• Gotta Fight - Loudness
• Gotta have it - A
• Gotta have it - Vanessa Paradis
• Gotta have it - Beanie Sigel
• Catfight - Crash
• Ghetto Vet - I Got the Hook-Up! Soundtrack
• Godfed - Deride
• Gotta have it - Pill
• Gotta have it - Uncle Murda
• Catfight - Gossip

Kanye West
Turn my headphones up
Louder
Uh-huh, uh-huh
(What you need, what, what you need)
(What you need, what, what you need)
Oh (I got what you need)
LOLOLOL to White America, assassinate my character
Money matrimony, yeah, they tryna break the marriage up
Who gon’ act phonier? Who gon’ try to embarrass ya?
I’ma need a day off, I think I’ll call Ferris up
Jay-Z
Bueller had a Mueller, but I switched it for a Mille
‘Cause I’m richer, and prior to this shit was movin’ freebase
Kanye West (Jay-Z)
Had a conference with the DJs (Yeah), Puerto Rico three-days
(Parlay with them GDs, now they got our shit on replay)
Sorry I’m in pajamas, but I just got off the PJ
And last party we had, they shut down Prive
(Ain’t that where the Heat play?) Yep (Niggas hate ballers these days)
Ain’t that like LeBron James? (Ain’t that just like D-Wade)
(Wait)
(What you need, what, what you need)
(I got what you need, what, what you)
(What you need, what, what you need)
(I got what you need)
(Wassup, wassup, wassup, wassup)
Jay-Z (Kanye West)
Wassup, ma’fucka, where my money at?
You gon’ make me come down to your house where yo’ mummy at
Mummy wrap the kids, have ‘em cryin’ for they mummy back
Dummy that your daddy is, tell ‘em I just want my racks
(Racks on racks on racks) Racks
(Maybachs on bachs on bachs on bachs on bachs) Who in that?
(Oh shit, it’s just blacks on blacks on blacks)
(Hundred stack) How you get it? (Nigga, layin’ raps on tracks)
I wish I could give you this feelin’, I’m planking on a million
I’m riding through yo’ hood, you can bank I ain’t got no ceiling
(Made a left on Nostrand Ave.) Right (We in Bed Stuy)
Made a right on 79th, I’m coming down South Shore Drive
(I remain Chi-town) Brooklyn ‘til I die
(Take ‘em on home, take ‘em on home…)
(Take ‘em on home, take ‘em on home…)
(I got what you need, what, what you need)
(Take ‘em on home)
(What you need, what, what you need)
(I got what you need, what, what you need)
(Take ‘em on home, take ‘em on home…)
(Take ‘em on home, take ‘em on home…)

Life....
niggas used to come and get me
when it was time to disagree with an enemy
pass the hennessy it gives me energy
packed the gat in the small of my back
where these niggas at I clear the whole pack
talkin' shit cuz I'm down for my set I'm a vet
smokin' on a wet cigarette
(who these niggas think they are)
(wishin' on a ghetto star i represent my tar)
I start bustin' and they scatter like water bugs
cuz these westside niggas is harder thugs
enslve us but nothin' can save us from sportin' Ben Davis
shootin' at your neighbors
(cuz sometimes I feel like a nut don't give a fuck when I open ya up)
hot rocks fly from the back seat and
busta ass niggas run like a track meet
an if you crawl in the middle bleed mo' than a little (what)
killer king is the hospital
feelin' numb from the bullets I hum
and when they hit black mothers have fits I don't give a shit
Fool I'm a vet you can bet that
I could dance underwater and not get wet (check it)
Its rainin' bullets and I'm still there
(Foe life) I'm still there
my house shoes get wet from the dew on the grass
up early in the morning takin' out the trash
feelin' like a loser alcohol abuser
two youngsters roll up on a beach cruiser
one on the peddles the other on the handle bars (what)
tryin' be ghetto stars they said:
Are you from the westside is it so?
i said hell yea and who wanta to know (me)
in slow mo fo' fo' slugs face down in the mud
puddle full of blood left for dead
the pain starts to spread now I can't feel my legs
I meet doctor who at King Drew medical center
as I enter I.C.U.
he said the bullet hit a nerve that was vital
I said I can't move my legs he said don't try to
now this ain't the end my friend but you'll probably never walk again
I sit there motionless holdin' this pain inside contemplating suicide
at night I jerk and jerk
but my dick don't work it don't even hurt (damn)
now who'd ever thought a nigga rude as Ice Cube
I be pissin' through a tube Fool i'm a vet
Fool I'm a vet you can bet that
I could dance underwater and not get wet (check it)
Its rainin' bullets and I'm still there
young ghetto nigga in a wheelchair
fuck a V-A they need G-A
gang hospital for a crippal now I'm drinkin' rippal
same corner same hood I'm still there
with bandanas tied to my wheel chair
To all the hoodrat hoes I'm fired
they mad cuz my tongue get tired
now everybody wanna put they dope on me
sayin' I won't get searched by the LAPD
I'm sitting on a doorway duece five
Dependin on that to keep my ass alive
I don't got bows but my arm's about a one-six
My fuckin legs, lookin like tooth picks
some times I can't deal got to beg the B G's to roll me up the hill
put me on the porch now I'm on the torch smokin' cocaine
just to maintain nutin' to gain nutin' to lose
and last night I couldn't make it to the bathroom
feelin' like a two year old you can't get a sip from the brew I hold
nigga its the only friend to a stranger AKA hadicap gangbanger
there's a lot in my life I regret becomin' a ghetto vet
Fool I'm a Vet
Fool I'm a vet you can bet that
I could dance underwater and not get wet (check it)
Its rainin' bullets and I'm still there
young ghetto nigga in a wheelchair
Life.....
Yea....
Life...
Yea....
Life... Life....
Dedicated to all the ghetto vets

[Chorus: Boy Big]
See we gotta have it
Me and my niggas here to lay you down
Ain't playing, so hit the floor
And don't make no fucking sound
We gotta have it
We move just like the mob, do
This game is real, caps get peeled
Fuck around, I'll have to murk you
[Raekwon:]
Yo, from cocktails, 3-80's with the M-1, we bury the jewelry store
Posting, yelling 'get yours', we on Pivot
Coke pilot mink, Kay Gatling Island, Trini and Chi
All day gangsta, murda niggas, sleep
We at the red light, mapped 'em, drove through, as all block
Caught they attention, I leaned
Time Magazine with my face on it, how we position the CREAM
Niggas is large, they all start scheming
Whatever, truck 'em in them leathers, we was stuck together
Fuck around and have to shoot off fingers, yo
You know it, approach the glass with the maskes on
No time for freeze, just pull out and blast on 'em
Sat back, Denzel status, Man on Fire
Had the burner with the flash on it
Skated with six hundred and cash, he did the dummy
We splashed 'em, then boat it in a CLS glass, we vicious
[Chorus]
[Brolic:]
Come one, I see my cash is getting low
And if I can't shake no dough, what the fuck am I living for
It's easy for my heater, just to let these niggas know
At the same time, I will take mines to persue to my cash flow
You know you gotta be sick with it
Call up my mans, cause we about to go get it
A hundred grand is you with it, a smash for the cause
Looting to the spot, putting everybody on pause
Let me see a broke jaw, nigga, I want it all
I'm talking to all of ya'll, don't get it, you gon' fall
Or fuck it, you gon' crawl, my nigga, we laying law
We cock back the strap, attack and shake it off
[Chorus]
[Gravy:]
Glocks'll get at you, and body your position
In this rap, fire my ratchet, I'm shutting this rap
Caddy steel, face the back, or blown the fuck off from rap
Reach across and blow this shit out your boss in the back
Survived in a porsche, I rap, at a buck 80 verse
Or verse, daddy, let's do it for change
I'm forty eight hundred grams, one chain, the trend, a new range
Or any project bench, with all my shit on
Flashy don, Gucci on uptowns
Fucking up classics, gay baskets, D.H. niggas
Won't snitch for shit, criminals that spit
Oh shit, I forgot all about you man, twenty and change
Ferocious tongues, coming at you, redirecting your whole shit
Blunt stole, dealing sick
Glocks'll blow chunks out your face, looking up in the sky
Seeing Ol' Dirty's face in the cloud

Right Away!! Oh, we gonna tell you
Right Away!! It's open fire
We gotta, gotta put more fight
We were born to be hell fire soldier
* Look out!! Gonna kick your ass
Carry on!! What you wanna do
We gotta, gotta put more fight
We were born to be hell fire soldier
** Fantastic lovely emotion
We feel like communication
Can't you see? Can't you feel it?
We gotta do it, baby
All right
(Fight! Fight! Your more fight!)
We are ready for a fight
We gonna give you a fight
We gotta, gotta put more fight
We were born to be hell fire soldier
* repeat
** repeat
Sensation! Ooh baby! Sensation!
Put your more fight!
Sensation! Ooh baby! Sensation!
Put youre more fight!
Fantastic lovely emotion
We feel like communication
** repeat

Uh uh, yeah-yeah yeah-yeah yeah-yeah
Bout' to set it off one time
For the cats that be buggin'
Ha, Clark Kid what the deal?
Group home, wanna hit?
Wild man rest in peace
Ant-Live
Yo, yo, yo, yo
[Verse One]
Yo it's the A-P-L-U, let me tell you
I'm sicker than any nigga that been admitted to Bel View
The rhymes I was born through a pen and my strongest strength
My pen is like a weapon when I hold it at arms length
With Kedar's consent I represent over tracks with Clark Kent
With some super vision from Superman
I get stupid man, you open off the verbal aerobics
I was in the Parkside state of mind when I wrote it
I'm the dopest, when it comes to this one
I'm invisible to ya third eye, you need a fourth or a fifth one
Maybe even a sixth one
Keep the Big Anther on the big gun for pin point accuracy to hit one
Never miss, the professional specialist remember this
The name A-plus it's anonymous with excellence
Don't forget that, before I have to get the click-clack
Give you a wetback believe me it'll be a major set back
[Chorus]
I gotta have it! It's automatic! Yeah!
So come clean and keep it real if you like my sound
I gotta have it! {Check it out} It's automatic! What!
Take that, take that, take that play-boy
I gotta have it! It's automatic! Uh!
So come clean and keep it real if you like my sound
I gotta have it! {Yo} It's automatic! {Check it out} Uh!
Take that, take that, take that play-boy
[Verse Two]
A yo I heard some kids puttin' my name in they childish rhymes
As if I ain't bout' it bout' it enough to handle mine
You little boys pushin' past the point of being annoyed
I'll destroy, every rapper on the east of Seaboard
Just to get you I take some steroids turn into a werewolf
Jump in the ring and bite your god damn ear off
If the combat is hand to hand I bang em' in
Going bannanas man like a angry orangutan
Double my rhymes walk back to the talk fast
And manufacture the data
Here on after for all rappers
For character, you can smash with the speed of the comic book character
Flash Gordan with verbal phonics spectacular
Hear you in the back of the audio screamin' like you want to enter this
tournament
Come on bring it on and prepare to get manslaughtered
With deadly force
And my style is causing nausea like the scorpion poison
[Chorus]
I gotta have it! It's automatic! {What what} Yeah!
So come clean {Suckas} and keep it real if you like my sound {Uh, check it
out}
I gotta have it! {Uh, Brooklyn} It's automatic! Yeah!
Take that, take that, take that playboy
I gotta have it! It's automacic! {Yeah yeah} What!
So come clean and keep it real if you like my sound
I gotta have it! It's automatic!
Yo take that, take that, take that A-Plus!
[Verse Three]
A-Plus it gotta' be hip-hop's youngest mistrosity
There isn't anyone under twenty-one that could rock me
You feelin' this, forty-eight track ventriloquist
The actual synthesis passin' out the class syllabus
Just imagine if I rip your crew into fragments
Destroy the evidence so nobody will know it happened
Walking through the neighborhood full of dead men doing head-spins
Pickin' em' up like red-mans
Lyrically modified to kick the hottest rhyme
At the drop of a dime I limbo below the bottom line
Kick it tight, rhymes sent Method Man to another lifetime
Keep Erykah all to myself cuz' I like dimes
Radiation from the bright shine meltin' MC's with height-lines
Cuz' I'm very selfish with my mic time
When I recite mine, my rhymes explode likd a pipe bomb
Nobody in they right or they left mind can test mine
[Chorus]
I gotta have it! It's automatic! Uh!
So come clean and keep it real if you like my sound
I gotta have it! It's automatic! What!
Take that, take that, take that top that
I gotta have it! It's automatic! Yeah!
So come clean and keep it real if you like my sound
I gotta have it! It's automatic! Yo!
Take that, take that, take that A-Plus
I gotta have it! {What what} It's auotmatic! Yeah!
So come clean and keep it real if you my sound
What, I can have it
Take that take that take that
That fly ish
Uh, Clark Kent
So come clean and keep it real if you like my sound
Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh

I know where I shouldn't be
You take my heart and drink it for tea
You mix me up and walk out the door
You take my love and hurt me for more
But I gotta have it
Watch out for the damage
From New York straight to Paris
I'm talking Lenny Kravitz
Whenever he is around
He puts me six feet under the ground
And when you call he can never be found
'Cause he's always out on the town
But I gotta have it
Watch out for the damage
From New York straight to Paris
I'm talking Lenny Kravitz
He is so funky and he's looking good
And he does it like a good man should
And I would love him if I only could
But his heart is like a piece of wood
But I gotta have it
Watch out for the damage
From New York straight to Paris

P., P. Crack Cocaine
B., B. Mack is back
Chad, Chad West on track
I Gotta Have It! Shot out to my b-boy Beans
And my S.P. chain gang, doin the damn thing
I Gotta Have It! Don't forget my boogie with beam
That keep me in good health and kill ya, ya'mean?
Chain gang, gang bang, let my middle finger hang
Ain't nothin changed my name, P. Crack Cocaine (P. Crack Cocaine)
Relapse, I stay zapped, my urine ain't clean
No one to blame but Peedi and a nigga I mean (nigga I mean)
Ten stacks, Crack come to the club and do the thing
You ain't got that, I'm in the crib fixin my bricks
Style back, that's the method-zine
About to get your four stressed
So I can whip back on the whole sixteenth
B. Mack, seat back, S.P. intact
You see me with Crack, we strapped
What's the reason for that? (What's the reason for that?) (I Gotta Have It!)
I need that, that Philly-boy clap
Hit you niggas in your back, send the rest in your hat (send the rest in your hat)
Stay strapped with the mack, with the hoodie too tall stack
The aim all that, when I flame you get all that (you get all that)
Me Boy Mack fuck with cracks since tall cats (It's the chain gang!)
Gang bang! I suggest ya'll fall back
I Gotta Have It! Shot out to my boy B. Sige
And the S.P. chain gang for doin the damn thing
I Gotta Have It! Don't forget the rrring rrring
That keep me in good health and kill ya, ya'mean?
Chain gang, lickey with the ban
Quickly spit it rrring
Sickey Rickey get his ziggy bang
Snitchin on the gang (gang)
Don't forget you get that Uncle Midi
Get him for his chain
Simply give him a chitty bang, sit him in a cling (cling)
No name, no blame, Mack 10 no aim
Hi-lo, rhino, put your body in pain
No play no games, 'fore blow your brain
Bo range me after the show, you know of course I Gotta Have my...
State Prop click and pop hit you niggas with the glock
Catch a nigga whippin in the kitchen cookin in the pot
Pursue it then might crack you (smack you), hit him with the glock
(When you hear that!) Then you know here come the cops
What up, wait, stop, fuck the cops!
Got the baby uzi whop, turn your cruiser to a drop (cruiser to a drop)
Get off the block 'fore SWAT surround the spot
We be locked in a box, three hots and a cot (I can't have it!)
The may-or of Chi, this ain't even ain't no kings and queens
Fixin to hurt from us when you jerk us, we Merciless like Ming
Twista and Beanie greedy like Peedi make the gun go rrring
When you look at the thing, give me the bling
Hand me the chain and the ring
Baller in the bubble, blowin bubble, always actin up
When trouble feel the double barrell of a double platnium thug
Clappin, ready for some action, and I'm going to empty the crib
I rep for the Roc and the State Property clique
Homey, you can't do shit
Throw a finger up, give me love, Remi in the club
When they see these thug, in a circle, snort the 50s up
Range Rov, 24 inch, blacked out bulbs
Blows fast, but hit your ho slow with the soul pole
Creeping on niggas trying to test me in the black drop top
Pull up and let the booper go bop, bop-bop
Treat you, in the wind, to my borough, blowin on my back
And do the same to any nigga that's tryna take what I got
I Can't Have It!
It's gettin', it's gettin', it's gettin' kind of hectic
It's gettin', it's gettin', it's gettin' kind of hectic
It's gettin', it's gettin', it's gettin' kind of hectic
It's gettin', it's gettin', it's gettin' kind of hectic
Se pone, se pone, se pone muy dif­cil
Se pone, se pone, se pone muy dif­cil
Se pone, se pone, se pone muy dif­cil
Se pone, se pone, se pone muy dif­cil
Chain gang, gang bang
P., P., P., P. Crack Cocaine
B., B. Mack is back
Chad, Chad West on track

You're sad sight, lost and lonely
Had a cat fight, up an alley
But you've got moonlight in your pocket
For the big black night
So don't worrt. There are miracles
Don't hurry, you've got time to end this tragedy
So don't worry 'cause there's love around
Wish I knew you like your lovers,
Like your friends do, all your brothers
And if only I could reach you
But we're all adults here
So don't worry. There are miracles
Don't hurry, you've got time to end this tragedy
So don't worry 'cause there's love around
On a great night you'll be winning
On a great night you'll be singing

Life....
niggas used to come and get me
when it was time to disagree with an enemy
pass the hennessy it gives me energy
packed the gat in the small of my back
where these niggas at I clear the whole pack
talkin' shit cuz I'm down for my set I'm a vet
smokin' on a wet cigarette
(who these niggas think they are)
(wishin' on a ghetto star i represent my tar)
I start bustin' and they scatter like water bugs
cuz these westside niggas is harder thugs
enslve us but nothin' can save us from sportin' Ben Davis
shootin' at your neighbors
(cuz sometimes I feel like a nut don't give a fuck when I open ya up)
hot rocks fly from the back seat and
busta ass niggas run like a track meet
an if you crawl in the middle bleed mo' than a little (what)
killer king is the hospital
feelin' numb from the bullets I hum
and when they hit black mothers have fits I don't give a shit
[Chorus]
[Mack 10]
Fool I'm a vet you can bet that
I could dance underwater and not get wet (check it)
[Mr. Short Khop]
Its rainin' bullets and I'm still there
(Foe life) I'm still there
my house shoes get wet from the dew on the grass
up early in the morning takin' out the trash
feelin' like a loser alcohol abuser
two youngsters roll up on a beach cruiser
one on the peddles the other on the handle bars (what)
tryin' be ghetto stars they said:
Are you from the westside is it so?
i said hell yea and who wanta to know (me)
in slow mo fo' fo' slugs face down in the mud
puddle full of blood left for dead
the pain starts to spread now I can't feel my legs
I meet doctor who at King Drew medical center
as I enter I.C.U.
he said the bullet hit a nerve that was vital
I said I can't move my legs he said don't try to
now this ain't the end my friend but you'll probably never walk again
I sit there motionless holdin' this pain inside contemplating suicide
at night I jerk and jerk
but my dick don't work it don't even hurt (damn)
now who'd ever thought a nigga rude as Ice Cube
I be pissin' through a tube Fool i'm a vet
[Chorus]
[Mack 10]
Fool I'm a vet you can bet that
I could dance underwater and not get wet (check it)
[Mr. Short Khop]
Its rainin' bullets and I'm still there
young ghetto nigga in a wheelchair
fuck a V-A they need G-A
gang hospital for a crippal now I'm drinkin' rippal
same corner same hood I'm still there
with bandanas tied to my wheel chair
To all the hoodrat hoes I'm fired
they mad cuz my tongue get tired
now everybody wanna put they dope on me
sayin' I won't get searched by the LAPD
I'm sitting on a doorway duece five
Dependin on that to keep my ass alive
I don't got bows but my arm's about a one-six
My fuckin legs, lookin like tooth picks
some times I can't deal got to beg the B G's to roll me up the hill
put me on the porch now I'm on the torch smokin' cocaine
just to maintain nutin' to gain nutin' to lose
and last night I couldn't make it to the bathroom
feelin' like a two year old you can't get a sip from the brew I hold
nigga its the only friend to a stranger AKA hadicap gangbanger
there's a lot in my life I regret becomin' a ghetto vet
Fool I'm a Vet
[Chorus (2X)]
[Mack 10]
Fool I'm a vet you can bet that
I could dance underwater and not get wet (check it)
[Mr. Short Khop]
Its rainin' bullets and I'm still there
young ghetto nigga in a wheelchair
Life.....
Yea....
Life...
Yea....
Life... Life....
Dedicated to all the ghetto vets
for every nigga that done took one for the hood

I don't need you motherfuckers breathing down my neck praying
I don't need the motherfucking bullshit you are preaching
For 25 years I've seen you treat so wrongly those unlike you
Crucify you
Crucify yourself
When you try to force your Christ on me
I don't need you motherfuckers staring while saying
I will go to hell if I don't care about your religion
Let me tell you this again hell is where I hope my soul ends up
When I die I'll crucify myself
When you try to force your Christ on me
Prayers won't save you when I come for you
God can't touch me cause I see right through you

[Chorus:]
If I can't have my drinking weed,
Then I can't really take it!
I'll make it! [x2]
I need weed like I need air,
I need pills like I need shoes,
So give me two pairs,
Fucked up, high heels like I've seen, like I seen there.
Don't let me locked up, you might as well fuck
Tell your man fuck him, I'm gonna raise high,
What a rich bitch, in my rich ride,
Right to the six...
[Chorus:]
If I can't have my drinking weed,
Then I can't really take it!
I'll make it! [x2]
Somebody please,.. weed,
Put me a cup of...!
I'm getting here while I'm serving in the truck on the phone,
Doing a honey,.. man I'm stuck in the zone,
Oh cocaine, if you need it babe, you just hollow
When I'm sipping feeling like a million, you...
I'm smoking now, cause I can pee on the highest,
Burn trees like I just set my... on fire.
Real empires I built,
When you're dropping you can't take no more,
Take me that plant and some seed so it can grow.
O. K. Mane!
[Chorus:]
If I can't have my drinking weed,
Then I can't really take it!
I'll make it! [x2]
I'll probably tell when I wake her,
Watch as the girl sleeps,
It smells like the kind of weed,
That's how you know it's me.
Follow my own league,
I drown my tuxedo,
I'll be out of my house...
I'll be heading on my own zone,
No vibe and no...
Where I head it I can't take it,
Like you just say... don't make it!
Waste! Have a case of... on my own...
They can't take it!
You should see them hate his face.
They could not reach me,
They don't need space ship,
They could not see me,
They don't need lens.
I'm a need to have a... in a L.A, bitch,
They could roll it faster in me, cause I need...
[Chorus:]
If I can't have my drinking weed,
Then I can't really take it!
I'll make it! [x2]
I started down too,
Ended up by the...
Which sleep on the... I woke up on the phone,
With my suite still on, got my face on the floor,
About three... didn't know which where to go.
Trying fucking no explaining...
I've been buying for a while, now
Check out the good stuff!
Talking no promises and no more...
And no more good songs,
I'm talking presidential shit in my good songs,
I'm a... living life, money is so...
[Chorus:]
If I can't have my drinking weed,
Then I can't really take it!

[Intro: Uncle Murda]
East New York! Broklyn!
[Chorus: DV Alias Khrist (Uncle Murda)]
I gotta have that (OH!) Money when I see you where your stash at?
(Where that stash at?)
Grindin on the block for the green bags (You got the green bags!?)
Run up on you nigga where the cheese at? (Yo where that cheese at?)
Don't make me squeeze that
I gotta have that (I gotta have that!) Money when I see you where your stash at?
(Yo where that stash at?)
Grindin on the block for the green bags (You got the green bags!?)
Run up on you nigga where the cheese at? (Man where that cheese at?)
Don't make me squeeze that, I gotta have that
[Verse 1: Uncle Murda]
You gettin money on that block I want in! (I want in)
You make a twenty dollar sale I want ten!
I tried to be nice but, he started riffin
Then he slowed his role up when I start grippin
I gotta get some new shoes for my son
He got twenty pairs so what let's make it twenty one
I'm a get him everything that his daddy never got
Like the new Playstation and the new XBox
So I gotta go and get a couple dudes off the block
Put the mask on pull the thing out let it pop
Run up on a chump like gimme them packs
Man where that cheese at? ! Don't make me squeeze that!
[Chorus: DV Alias Khrist (Uncle Murda)]
I gotta have that (OH!) Money when I see you where your stash at?
(Where that stash at?)
Grindin on the block for the green bags (You got the green bags!?)
Run up on you nigga where the cheese at? (Yo where that cheese at?)
Don't make me squeeze that
I gotta have that (I gotta have that!) Money when I see you where your stash at?
(Yo where that stash at?)
Grindin on the block for the green bags (You got the green bags!?)
Run up on you nigga where the cheese at? (Man where that cheese at?)
Don't make me squeeze that, I gotta have that
[Verse 2: Bun B]
Trill hood cat know when you see me
Hood chicks wanna love me hood dudes wanna be me
I give them the heebie geebies when I step on the block
They know I'm diggin in them pockets front on me and get dropped
See I don't care who name on the streets they know that I'm runnin 'em
Talk loud with his homeys catch him solo I'm sonnin him
Look up the block there go Uncle Murda and Bun and 'em
They 'gon pop off homey I don't want none of them
You talk tough you better be ready to back it up
Before we get to actin up y'all 'gon get to packin up
That's real talk cause we ain't playin for the dough
And you can't put that on the Pimp cause man you already know
[Chorus: DV Alias Khrist (Uncle Murda)]
I gotta have that (OH!) Money when I see you where your stash at?
(Where that stash at?)
Grindin on the block for the green bags (You got the green bags!?)
Run up on you nigga where the cheese at? (Yo where that cheese at?)
Don't make me squeeze that
I gotta have that (I gotta have that!) Money when I see you where your stash at?
(Yo where that stash at?)
Grindin on the block for the green bags (You got the green bags!?)
Run up on you nigga where the cheese at? (Man where that cheese at?)
Don't make me squeeze that, I gotta have that
[Verse 3: Busta Rhymes]
Na na na, na na na, na na na!
Ain't no mistakin no fakin I be brakin in
And I be shakin up the buildin because I will be takin in
Every fuckin thing that I'm on, and if it's yours then I want it
I take it like it was mine, then walk around and then flaunt
Then get to fuckin your aunt, cause now she has an obsession
Because your belongings look better when there in my possession
Now heh heh heh heh gotta laugh at this shit cause it's funny
Whenever it comes to money I'm such an irrational think
The type for runnin your house and I rob the stash under sink
And put the gun in your mouth and I'm frownin like somethin was missin
And give a fuck I ain't leavin a pot to pissin
[Chorus: DV Alias Khrist (Uncle Murda)]
I gotta have that (OH!) Money when I see you where your stash at?
(Where that stash at?)
Grindin on the block for the green bags (You got the green bags!?)
Run up on you nigga where the cheese at? (Yo where that cheese at?)
Don't make me squeeze that
I gotta have that (I gotta have that!) Money when I see you where your stash at?
(Yo where that stash at?)
Grindin on the block for the green bags (You got the green bags!?)
Run up on you nigga where the cheese at? (Man where that cheese at?)

I beg your pardon
Were you talking to me?
How many more times are you gonna tell your sorry
Before you take me up in my misery
I need more than apology
Well, I guess I did
Well, I guess I won't
Well, I guess that I could now
But I guess I won't
Oh, What's goin' on?
Is that the way you wanna be
What's goin' on?
So tell me
I beg your pardon
Were you talking to me?
How many more times are you gonna tell your sorry
Before you take me up in my misery
I need more than an apology
Well, I guess I did
Well, I guess I won't now
Well, I guess that I should
Well, I guess that I won't
Oh, What's goin' on?
Is that the way you wanna be
What's goin' on?