Yo,Yo Bleek man, what the fuck, Nigga
Fuck them hoes, man
Fuck them bitches, what I like?
Uh, uh,uh, uh what, what?
I bet y'all think this some love song or shit, that's a terrible mistake
I like to do twenty wild chicks, scoping my whip
Do shows across the country, get dough for my shit
Looking in the face of rappers, hopping I quit
Still spit the fly shit to keep them grousing my hits
I like to neva eva let my tounge touch in the sex
Like to exercise one a week, say fuck it the next
Like to write four whole songs, three skits a day
Talk shit with Tyrina and do hits with J
I like to write for other people, keep 'em loving a nigga
On the low love the dough between my publish and bigga
Is it wroth a million yet that's what they say now
Long distance California let me call J Brown
Hear the story of a cappa, who was first described
Do one for money Sauce keep thirst alive
Like the shit filled with fam when I invent that hit
Like to scream Roc-a-fella when and represent that shit
Just some of things that we like to do
Pretty sure some things you like to do
With a wooden chair a dolo or with your crew
Just some of things that we like to do
Pretty sure some things you like to do
With a wooden chair a dolo or with your crew
What it is, is what is, is this is, what we do?
I like to get my hustle on and make loot all day
Spit game at these chicks smoke in the hallway
Know how I feel about you right next to F
Like to shop Tom D stay fresh to def
I like to analyze jigga, man the evils is deep
Late night I hit these hoes, while their peoples asleep
I like to wake up in the afternoon religiously
I on a vow last night fuck school, I'm a spend this G
I like to tell fake thugs, man they soft as nerves
Like they drink in front of the heat and take off the skirt
Like when chicks try to make it seam to provoke me the hitter
Handle that diplomatic and try to fuck their sister
Like to stay away from hoe, I heard caught a disease
Like to do shows then hit bums of some cheese
Everything I spit blaze now, us in this week
Now, I like to grab my dick and say bitch "I'm Memphis Bleek"
Just some of things that we like to do
Pretty sure some things you like to do
With a wooden chair a dolo or with your crew
Just some of things that we like to do
Pretty sure some things you like to do
With a wooden chair a dolo or with your crew
What it is, is what is, is this is, what we do?
I like to ride shotgun, roll my dro' in the coop
Like to go gold with you and hold my guns on the stoop
Like to shoot whack rappers and get away with the crime
Like to bag shorties tried to fuck me two at a time
Like to see that bitch nigga who alarming the cops
Only reason, I pull heat in front of his mom and pops
(I neva liked that)
But if he want to front on me I'm a strike back
Niggas can neva front on bleek
I like to bows fow niggas never snuck in my click
Everybody that is related we busting they shit
Any girl I want, believe Bleek fucking them quick
I like to watch the knicks while girls sucking my dick
No sweat, I like to do sets while watching the Nets
Go to parties take my shirt off and I'm rocking my vest
I like to come through and drink Bacardi Dark in the lex
After that, Smoke weed in the park when it's wet
I like to throw henium for all my niggas who died
All my street niggas who used to rock their timbs untied
Sauce Money, Memphis Bleek what we bound to do
Forever and a day we'd like to put this down for you
I'm Sayin, that everybody like to do something ya know
You like what you like, I like what I like
Thats what we doing what we like to do
Sauce money, Memphis Bleek
(Bleek Bleek)
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 x3]
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
Yo, who the fuck is this?
It's like 3:30
Yo, get the phone, bitch
You get the phone
Get the phone
You get the phone
Get the God-damn phone
Alright, damn nigga
Who the fuck is this?
It's my nigga Deezo, what the fuck is the deal?
Huh, huh, know me, keepin' it real
Six-double-o, kid, chrome on the wheels
I got the same problem, nigga, know how you feel
On some real shit, Sauce, I got the kite from Neil
Word on the street, hope you're still holdin' your steel
Niggas talkin' 'bout who cats they gon' bill
Just to gain they cut, that's when your name came up
Oh, did it? You know some more nigga, spit it
Cats hate your ass 'cause of your riches and digits
You probably know this nigga named Bobby
Sister named Ronnie with the two-tone body
Cat fueled with Bacardi, throw parties every Friday
Fake lady lover, fucked his baby mother
Hit it from the back, now I'm a tough act to follow
Made her give my man head too and swallow
That's neither here nor there, he think somethin' is sweet
Fuck yeah, we can dump when we meet
Win, lose or draw, after that I'm dumpin' my heat
Lay him down flat while my music pump in the street
He got four with him, some niggas from Baltimore with him
I'ma sure hit 'em if he come through that door with him
Split your bladder, we spray, muthafucka
It don't matter, BK, muthafucka
Pay attention to the scheme
Sauce muthafuckin'
You know my style
Comin' through, bringin' you pain
And now you wanna act bold, but hold up
Pay attention to the scheme
Sauce muthafuckin'
You know my style
Comin' through, bringin' you pain
But hold up
I throw hoes out when it's time to pull .44s out
Made two phone calls, bring the pros out
Badu, Bonnie, Hydro, no doubt
We get nasty like niggas in sandals with the toes out
You know Deez is down to click off eights
By the way, son, you know that bitch off Gates
I think her name Mimi, bitch greedy, give you head easy
Fake weave, big ass with the G-3
I know that chick, her real name Hillary
Used to be one of my shorties off Willerby
There's somethin' right now about how you're grillin' me
Don't tell me she fuck with the Bobby nigga, son, you're killin' me
No bullshittin', that's who that nigga be hittin'
Let's post in the kitchen when he come, start spittin'
Climb through the window, make his body drop degrees
Fuck breakin' in the crib, nigga, I got the keys
Pay attention to the scheme
Sauce muthafuckin'
You know my style
Comin' through, bringin' you pain
And now you wanna act bold, but hold up
Pay attention to the scheme
Sauce muthafuckin'
You know my style
Comin' through, bringin' you pain
But hold up
I got a problem with niggas that talk about stalkin'
Souped up talkin', dead men walkin'
Too shockin', 'cause I'm rockin', cats wanna be clockin'
But cock-blockin', I squeeze often
While I'm in this chick crib with both wrists locked in
No rhetoric, kid, pistols poppin'
Bodies droppin', I'm just dockin'
One slug, two slug, ain't no stoppin'
Yo, nigga, you know the drill, gees up
Marcy, where we from niggas, don't freeze up
Lovin' the sound of my nigga bustin' the pound
When he open that door, don't be fuckin' around
Right about then I heard the doorknob turn
My man gettin' wild, almost dropped the burn
Bobby opened up the door, it's time to earn
Four gats in his grill, you might wanna get concerned
Reeno, get that bitch with the bad perm
Are you muthafuckas ever gonna learn?
We all could get, got just not by you
And we all could get shot, just not by you
But right about now, tell you what I'm gonna do
I think I'm gonna go let you warn your crew
Out of respect, 'cause I know you that nigga
I'm not gonna kill you, yo, Deez, shoot that nigga
Pay attention to the scheme
Sauce muthafuckin'
You know my style
Comin' through, bringin' you pain
And now you wanna act bold, but hold up
Pay attention to the scheme
Sauce muthafuckin'
You know my style
Comin' through, bringin' you pain
It don't get no better than this
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
BK muthafucka
It's a shame but a lot been change since we came up
I used to run with 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 over here, I play pass that
Exotic cats love to 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 with 'em
I'ma shit every time that I hear bang, bang
And make ya real ugly like bitter beer face
Sendin' fake thugs back to the essence
Since my Rolex was a gift, there's no better time than the present
This one is for my hustlaz, right
Ladies don't tussle with bustaz, not tonight
If you a dough gettin' swinga
Niggaz act funny with cha money
Whatcha do? Give 'em the finga
This one is for my hustlaz, right
Ladies don't tustle with bustaz, not tonight
If you a dough gettin' swinga
Niggaz act funny with cha money
Whatcha do? Give 'em the finga
I dedicate this to cats want they cheddar to rise
Fifty grand too much, okay, seventy five
Sauce Money kinda cat you could never despise
Hit the streets lookin' like you a better disguise
Get a grip, I'm the preacher, you dance with the devil
Whoever my eyes focus on is not on my level
Not even close, ex-girlfriends hatin' to see it
You can give me brain or get out, take it or leave it
Relax with side who max with my crew
Operation gettin' money, that's what I do
Insecure artists pay me not to spit
Show me fake love and then try to 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, without missin' the block
When I wanna get M, then I listen to Pac
Scarface when I'm laid back, whippin' the three
If I wanna hear that shit then I listen to me
Stick in the key, turn the knob and open the door
Provokin' a war, cats saw us smokin' the four, fo' sure
This one is for my hustlaz, right
Ladies don't tustle with bustaz, not tonight
If you a dough gettin' swinga
Niggaz act funny with cha money
Whatcha do? Give 'em the finga
Give 'em the finga
Look, I like to 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 to ball out
Sip Henny, smoke dro 'til you fall out
Hit 'em with 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 sixty nine? A little somethin'
I like ya point-blank style, you in it to win it
But before I go downtown, gimme a minute
You got to 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' with
This one is for my hustlaz, right
Ladies don't tustle with bustaz, not tonight
If you a dough gettin' swinga
Niggaz act funny with cha money
Whatcha do? Give 'em the finga
This one is for my hustlaz, right
Ladies don't tustle with bustaz, not tonight
If you a dough gettin' swinga
Niggaz act funny with cha money
Whatcha do? Give 'em the finga
This one is for my hustlaz
Sauce muthafuckin' for the year 2OOO
Hustlaz, niggaz better recognize
Hustlaz, I'm just gettin' started muthafuckaz
Hustlaz, get yo shit off now
Hustlaz, it don't stop
Hustlaz, BK nigga, Marcy, worldwide
You know the drill
2000, and it goes like
(Uh, huh, yeah, yeah)
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
Uh, dime pieces I'm hittin'
Four in the morning Frosted Flakes in your kitchen
Now you want me to start trickin', I suppose
That's when the first face off kicks in
We don't love these hoes
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
This goes out to my Brooklyn crew
Lay my game flat, what you wanna do?
Talk all night, are we gonna screw?
[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 x4]
[Puffy ad-libs throughout chorus]
Sauce Money
Puff Daddy
Bad Boy forever
B.I.G. forever
Hitmen
"Watch out for your friends"
Aiyo, aiyo, you you you got that thing for me, huh?
You thought I was layin it? No no I ain't layin it, I'm takin it
You don't understand? You confused?
How bout if I stuck your fuckin head thru that window
that would unconfuse you right?
Thought I was layin it, give me the fuckin money, come on
I'm blamin lame ass rappers frontin for famin
I should open up a casino for all the games you playin
I'm sayin, everyday in a different namin
Plus they homos now, big black niggas flamin
We stressin, that you don't be stressin us
And if you GS and GS then don't be B-S'n us
Just be B-S'n logicly, not like that we be guessin
Because the truth need no modesty
Cristal to spring water, Bacardi whatever
What it is is what it is, we can party together
You know how the game goes when your name grows
But still love is love, fuckin the same hoes
Against the grain goes the souped-up rapper, he spittin venom
So now we gotta get wit him
And do the ten thing, frightenin, while his mens cling
Then watch blood extract out his ass like ginseng
It all ends with all of his mens hit
and now our future friendship, strictly forensic
But that's the life we livin, drivin, that's how we driven
Strivin, you must be robbin, cos I ain't giving, shoot ya guns
Now when we bless this, with precise shit
that we suffice with, we keep your mentals lit
Now when we bless this.......
"Watch out..."
I see ya overly concernin, ya insides burnin
Mad at the fact Sauce is earnin, with more niggas than Mark Furman
Ya never learnin learnin, never been so determined
Not to be concerned with ya sermon, wheels of fortune still turnin
Still street caviar remains untouched
For Sauce Money cheeseburger deluxe
Screamin what's the croc's fienin, dough we rake off
While you hailin for cabs we, taxi for take-off
Fake crews and units is dubbin
Get ya whole clan wiped out, no scrubbin
For the description given, chapstick flappin
Pistol-whippin nigga rappin, sell arms to keep em clappin
Gungho chicks squeeze for me, crazy G's for me
To see cheese come easily for me
In the same arenas, ain't gotta state his name, you seen us
Few bundles of dope never came between us
Sippin on Bay Breeze's, now we higher than Venus
Comparin thumbs, tryin to see who's the greenest
High strung, no relief pitcher off my tounge
Ace of the staff, Sauce back-to-back Cy Young
Now when we bless this, with precise shit
that we suffice with, we keep your mentals lit
[x3]
In the club lit, listen to all my niggas hit
Bitches love me for this disrespectful shit
Fuck em, the only thing I'm with is large amounts, clear
Money the only thing that counts here
By any means like Malcolm
X marks the spot, you know the outcome
Income, never outdone
Rap star, hit the stage dipped in tar
Other crews muerto, can't fuck with this concierto
Too fecicous so I drop new releases til your crew deceases
Screw your pieces, fuck your thesis
Fuck your speeches and fuck your beef
Cos when my crew aim, do more than brush your teeth
It'll split your shit, when it hit your shit
If you don't want your shit hit, don't forget your shit
We don't spar, we aimin all niggas to Allah
When it's spent and to the nazarine if ya 85 Percent
Do what I gotta, straight shot of Jack
Amareddo colada for my bitch in the back
Never bluffin, never rap for nothin
[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 heard a rumor in the street, muthafucka was gifted
Up and comin' nigga might need to get with
One cat from BK, put him on your hit list
Sauce Money, fat nigga rip shit
Heard him on a clue? Tape loved the way he kicked it
All of a sudden mad labels on his dick
But muthafuckas who bit it but couldn't fight it forget it
Couldn't write it or spit it 'cause they couldn't fuck with it
Then the Puff shit happened, the whole shit shifted
Tribute to Biggie, God bless your spirit
Made a mark, now we need a place for the nigga
Marcy son, faced off with Jigga
Now he only spittin' for cars that's kitted
Convicted felons and muthafuckas acquitted
Never for foul snitches but those who style riches
Ghetto crack sellin' pros and buck-wild bitches
First thing they wanna know, 'What's fuckin' with this shit?'
Jay-Z told 'em, look how many he sold 'em
'99's my time to shine and control 'em
Spread ones with sons, guns, I still hold 'em
Fuck the law, this is what's in store
When the album drop, we gon' rush the floor
I tell 'em hit it, every song, come on, we all spit it
Get on with it, with all my niggas screamin', 'We did it'
Love and war, thugs and whores
Nickel-plated nines, three-pound-sevens and four-fours
We about to flow, blow, stack dough
On the low, forever shine, niggas better know
They call me money-earner, received more blows than Tina Turner
Like the top of the stove, Sauce keep a burner
Release somethin' that'll heat your sternum
Flow the sickest, take a AIDS patient a whole week to learn 'em
So precise, got beef with surgeons
Feel naked without profanity, every sentence keep a curse in
Nothin' is bound to touchin' my sound
The consensus in the street, he ain't fuckin' around
Got a lot of shit to pop two things when it drop
Muthafuckas gonna cop and niggas will get shot
But this is just for the record, though
Niggas will get naked slow
If your heat cocked, check it, yo
No shit, squeeze till your hammer go click
Fuck these lame-brawl MC's, they all blow dick
I'm the capital S A U C E
Better clap at the best way when you see me, nigga
Love and war, thugs and whores
Nickel-plated nines, three-pound-sevens and four-fours
We about to flow, blow, stack dough
MC rhymin?
Uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh
MC, MC, ARYC
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, blood is sweet
Because I got a freak, every day of the week
They just fake friends, they hope the shit ends
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, hell is where I'ma send ?em
I know it's beef ?cause I don't wanna be rhymin' with ?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
MC rhymin?, chart climbin?
Together we talk the talk, forever we walk the walk
MC rhymin?, chart climbin?
Together we talk the talk, forever we walk the walk
MC rhymin?, chart climbin?
Together we talk the talk, forever we walk the walk
MC rhymin?, chart climbin?
Together we talk the talk, forever we walk the walk
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 'em dudes, think 'em 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
MC rhymin?, chart climbin?
Together we talk the talk, forever we walk the walk
MC rhymin?, chart climbin?
Together we talk the talk, forever we walk the walk
MC rhymin?, chart climbin?
Together we talk the talk, forever we walk the walk
MC rhymin?, chart climbin?
Together we talk the talk, forever we walk the walk
You like dough, baby? Work hard, 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? the 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 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
MC rhymin?, chart climbin?
Together we talk the talk, forever we walk the walk
MC rhymin?, chart climbin?
Together we talk the talk, forever we walk the walk
MC rhymin?, chart climbin?
Together we talk the talk, forever we walk the walk
MC rhymin?, chart climbin?
Together we talk the talk, forever we walk the walk
Together we talk the talk, forever we walk the walk
Together we talk the talk, forever we walk the walk
Together we talk the talk, forever we walk the walk
[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?
Y'all muthafuckas is sadly mistaken
I think -
I don't really think y'all understand
What it is that I exactly do
I make joints for the radio
And all that, youknowmsayin?
But this is my shit right here, yo
We can just get right to it
Hope they can fuck with it
[VERSE 1]
I can make joints all day, never touch a average
Sauce, hot shit, ain't nothin but a marriage
Skills that I possess, niggas die to have it
Hip-hop muthafucka, I rap like a savage
Automatics for faggots who brag about fabrics
Mad blood on your carriage, no love for you addict
I roast all y'all niggas, homicide closed, die most
It's suicide fuckin with me, try toast
Fuck cats talkin first class but fly coach
The laugh is over, Mr. Half-a-Soda
You're at your quota, I'm halfway to Minnesota
The seat 1a sippin a ice cold ??Momossa??
Never sober, when I awake I can make a wish
Head from the bitch servant or steak and fish
Arouse my meat till I'm sound asleep
Gettin brain surgery at 33'000 feet
A nigga knocked out till I hit the ground and creeped
Limo, five star hotel and a suite
Once earnin I come turnin for cunt squirmin
Bitches who front learnin, yearnin to keep the blunt burnin
[CHORUS]
Niggas pop shit, war, peace, what's that?
I'm goin to war with my niggas, I love that
Show me the baddest chick, I'ma touch that
I bust a slug first [x2]
[VERSE 2]
Part II to the rec off, son, get your check on
Check off, cats better step off or get stepped on
Niggas I pump lead creepin on me
Put your head to bed for sleepin on me
What, a hip-hop legend with gut
22 bitches and my wife in the cut
Fuck that, weak niggas blaze em up
Where all my Marcy muthafuckas at? (Raise em up!)
Half rock diamonds the size of glaciers, what?
Other half rock vests and spit razors up
I'm a major nut who used to lay em out
Get head but let my man fuck em and play em out
Pushed my name up, '99 got my aim up
Shit ain't bein handled correctly - changed up
Never looked in haste, but I shook the place
Can't defend your click, why you took the case?
Cats get shook with AIDS, nines and fives
Double-fours, tear gas, infrareds and knives
Anything to survive, like how a vulture get
'Stayin alive', John Travolta shit
I toast your click, disrespect what you supposed to get
Your homebase yawnin next to a sculptured dick
I got the most focussed click, it's hopeless, bitch
Sauce Money keep the dopest hits
[CHORUS]
[VERSE 3]
Here's some inspiration for all you slackers
I used to work in the mailroom, pushin cars for bastards
They had the nicest muthafucka changin water and shit
Lookin through a supply book, orderin shit
It never really hit me until I thought of the shit
My muthafuckin pay close to borderin shit
I thought about runnin off with a bitch
Until I picked up a microphone and started slaughterin shit
Reputation grew, niggas on my dick
Then I got real brand new and wrote a hit
3 million sold, baby still chillin when it's cold
Sauce don't change, only money fold
Fuck y'all, the easiest way to word it:
Public broadcast, fuck who heard it
All that slick shit is gonna get you murdered
Nothin to fear except fear itself, I'm here to help
Come with niggas, run with niggas
Have fun with niggas, hold guns with niggas
See the sun with niggas, shoot fair ones with niggas
Subtract from the sum when I'm done with niggas
[CHORUS]
2000 shit
Legend
Marley Marl
Sauce Muthafuckin
[Intro: Sauce Money]
They just don't understand
How hard it is for a young black male
Still wanna beef
We don't wanna compromise
All we wanna do is take take take
Ya better get some
[Verse 1: Sauce Money]
I'm in the streets with my thug love
You know the block is hot
Plus them niggas tryna set up shop
Gettin' money in these streets is all I got
Even if it takes me gettin' shot
Besides what you riffin' for?
Five Gs what I hit you for
Can't believe you still want more
I'm a thug boo you know thugs don't trick
Just cuz I love you, you wanna drive the six
Well that's too much shine, unnecessary flair
No more arguing, take some dough for ya hair
Just beep me 12 o'clock, I'll be right there
To pick you up, don't ruin that
I don't really be doin' that
What you mean that's not good enough?
I'm spendin' too much of time in the hood and stuff?
In the drop chrome shinnin' flauntin' my crew
I'm tryna get paid ma, what you want me to do?
[Chorus: Lil' Kim]
You gotta please me
Touch and tease me
Love me, hug me
Rub me, squeeze me
Kiss me, and never deceive me
Show me, you gotta believe me
Or leave me
Please me
Touch and tease me
Love me, hug me
Rub me, squeeze me
Kiss me, and never deceive me
Show me, you gotta believe me
Or leave me
[Verse 2: Sauce Money]
You got some nerve grillin' me wit a frown a lot
Attitude real stank, I ain't around a lot
Can't understand why I'm outta town a lot
I rap for big paper now, this ain't around the block
Now you treat me like I'm cheatin', creepin' or sumin
Sneakin' or sumin, late night keepin' 'em humpin'
Why you look at Sauce funny? (What you don't trust a nigga?)
I work hard, look at your diamonds.... them shits cost money
Forget about your homies, they jealous of you
I ain't really tryna hear what they tell us to do
Besides half of them ain't even got no man
That's why I'm goin' all out, puttin' rocks on your hand
But you don't really care, you're spoiled and shit
Talk slick like you drink baby oil and shit
She got a 500 wit chrome, spoiler kit
And you still not happy, man what's wrong wit chicks
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Sauce Money]
Enjoy your cut necklace, finer things
Versace, Armani, diamond rings
Anything you can imagine, if you mine let it
No more school loans, your own line or credit
Walk in closets, full link minks in 'em
His and her rollies, extra links wit 'em
Bottles of Dom, tennis braids for your arm
Four-five workers for your beauty salon
But you don't wanna hear that, you still not happy
Shit, so what the industry's bustin' at me
Car chases through Brooklyn, cop's on my tail
Feds hit the spot, found it chopped on the scale
Undercovers Ds hit the block for a sale
For you or nobody else, I'm not goin' to jail
Imagine, all of this inside of a day
Just for your ungrateful ass, whatchu got to say?
"Sauce Motherfucker" "Bitch niggas listen"
"I represent that shit, nigga bombs it son" [x4]
"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"
"Sauce Motherfucker" "Bitch niggas listen"
"I represent that shit, nigga bombs it son" [x4]
"You niggas heard 'Pre-Game'"
By Sauce Motherfucker for you lame motherfuckers"
Niggas is sick, once I dig in your chick
Heard all them rumors, Sauce, getting rich is a bitch
Confidently I spit, my clique is the shit
The more weight I gain, the more bitches I get
How ironic, hooker made off like me
With no album out, came off like me
First single, watch it take off like beats
Squeeze the eight off like me, skate off like me
I know these cats ain't about they bids
I stay ready, I doubt these kids
Want it, or you work on it
You ride my dick so much I put a turnstile on it
Only fair now, pay your fares now
Spit snare rounds for spare clowns, no fear now
Rhyme or skit asshole, it's time to split
You just passing gas, nigga, I'm the shit
What's my motherfucking name? (Sauce Motherfucking)
"Sauce Motherfucker" "Bitch niggas listen"
"I represent that shit, nigga bombs it son" [x4]
"You niggas heard 'Pre-Game'"
By Sauce Motherfucker for you lame motherfuckers"
I'm the defiant vet you cats try and wet
Wanna be Jordans, ain't even Kobe Bryants yet
Sauce Money ain't no half-ass rapper
Act fast rapper, stack cash rapper
Hood past the hoochies cute, stack lucci, duke
Rock three-quarter Gucci boots
Internal Revenue, that's money up the dookie shoot
(What?) High off of Hennessee shots
Enemies plot, but my memory got
Sixteen with one in the head, gunning with lead
Cats like to gossip? Here's something to spread:
Sauce Money coming, better get ready
Fuck you vets, I don't squeeze to touch your chest
My flamer got me aiming at your upper esch
Unstoppable, when I'm on a block with a heater
If you love me, wait to you hear little Jeeter
"Sauce Motherfucker" "Bitch niggas listen"
"I represent that shit, nigga bombs it son" [x4]
"You niggas heard 'Pre-Game'"
By Sauce Motherfucker for you lame motherfuckers"
Y'all motherfuckers want me to stop?
Oh, I'll stop, motherfucker but you gotta do something for me, say Unkle
(Say Unkle)
Better hurry up
(Hurry up)
You better hu, ah, ah, fuck it, it's too late
I kicks it, oh yeah, click, spit, don't care
Never see me no more, lot of niggas know me
Few hoes blow me, nigga stay low key
Sauce Money Faculty, repping shit for my homies
Def, now we ride, cats screaming "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, packing a 44
Gather round the lightning, now you feeling the volts
Might not see me, but you see the results
Everybody talking, take a listen, back now
Bullshit cats, motherfuckers dissing that now
One thing I know, never kind of, sort of
Fuck you and that bitch nigga with you, fool, in that order
Niggas better play dead, let go play doh
I'm about to spray now, fucking with
(Aiyo)
Sauce Money my nigga, they don't want no drama
Motherfucker, we killers, I put that on my mama
Diamond ring shining, bitches say it's so nice
Sauce Motherfucking, now she's shaking all night
Non stop, we get the place crackling
From North, West, South, East and back again
Niggas know I rock, spitting for my riches
Representing my block, this is for my bitches
Seems as though we next, laughing at you haters
Nine hundred CX, platinum Navigators
Since my hits is so hot, now I'm keeping a toast
Niggas ain't about shit, usually speaking 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, sipping 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
Plotting from long-range to hit me for my figures
But till the day I lay this is strictly for my niggas
Niggas better play dead, let go play doh
I'm about to spray now, fucking with
(Aiyo)
Sauce Money my nigga, they don't want no drama
Motherfucker, we killers, I put that on my mama
Diamond ring shining, bitches say it's so nice
Sauce Muthafucking, now she's shaking all night
Non stop, we get the place crackling
From North, West, South, East and back again
Come on, aha, let's go, aha
Feel it, aha, love it, aha
Love it, yeah
Shoot yourselves, come on it's alright
You Are My Waking Dream, You' Re All Thats Real To Me
You Are The Magic In The World I See
You Are In The Prayer I Saying, You Are In My Two My Names
You Are The Faith That Make Me Belive
Dreams On Fire, Higher N Higher
Pasion Burning, Ride On The Path, Once For Forever Yours
In Me, All Your Heart, Dreams On Fire, Higher N Higher
You Are My Ocean Rage, You Are My Thought Each Day
You Are The Laughter From Childhood Games
You Are Things Further Down, You Are Where I Belong
You Are Make Me Feel In Every Songs
Dreams On Fire, Higher N Higher, Pasion Burning
Ride On The Path, Once For Forever Yours, In Me
All Your Heart, Dreams On Fire, Higher N Higher
He checks the microphone
Making sure that it's all right
Don't feel like going home
Cause baby it's Saturday night (yeah yeah)
C ome on and baby do it all night long
Yeah everybody come and sing this song
The boogieman
The boogieman
Rocks the party like no one can
The boogieman
The boogieman
Rocks the party like no one can
Ahahah
HE likes his ladies close
Just in case he's in the mood (yeah)
He likes to shake his booty
Just because it feels so good ( yeah yeah)
Come on and baby do it all night long
Yeah everybody come and sing this song
The boogieman
The boogieman
Rocks the party like no one can
The boogieman
The boogieman
Rocks the party like no one can
Ahahah
That's right he's the boogieman
That's right he's the boogieman
Come on and baby do it all night long
Yeah everybody come and sing this song
The boogieman
The boogieman
Rocks the party like no one can
The boogieman
The boogieman
Rocks the party like no one can
Ahahah
That's right he's the boogieman
That's right he's the boogieman
That's right he's the boogieman
oooh
Dam dibi dam dibi doe bee dajee
I wanna stay here by your side
oooh
Dam dibi dam dibi doe bee dajee
All day, all night
I wish that I could be a star
I wish that I could be wherever you are
Now I know in my life
There's only one who makes me feel
So good
You make me feel so right
oooh
Dam dibi dam dibi doe bee dajee
I wanna stay here by your side
oooh
Dam dibi dam dibi doe bee dajee
All day, all night
I know I'm not supposed to cry
As silly as it seems
My tears will never dry
oooh
Dam dibi dam dibi doe bee dajee
I wanna stay here by your side
oooh
Dam dibi dam dibi doe bee dajee
All day, all night
Dam dibi dam dibi doe bee dajee
I wanna stay here by your side
oooh
Dam dibi dam dibi doe bee dajee
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