Sauce Money

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Lotta y'all dudes is WEAK!

So what? I said it!

I heard all y'all albums

This is for you Tommy Tucker's you know em neighborhood suckers

We all got em stupid {motherfuckers}

Wannabe rap brothers bitin ass rappers who love us

Idolize us keep it real can't touch us

Slick rapper far from a snitch rapper

A trick rapper, put the {dick} upon a sick rapper

Where it's at rapper, rollin with the {?} rapper

Fat rapper, batter get your {heat} clapper

I'm that rapper, one you can't even crush

Type of cat that {shit in your} crib and don't even flush

Type of cat when you see him that you wantin to touch

Like you Russell Simmons but, you ain't in no Rush

Cause when it all hit the fan, who the hell can you trust?

Duck in the water? Pity, where the hell can you go?

Who the hell can you get? When I'm ready to {hit}?

When you hear my name I make you hate spaghetti n {shit}

{?} if I get caught in a lie

{Bottle rockets} light you up like the 4th of July

I don't need your help son I got support from the sky

Write fluid, I'm a definite, you might do it

Jiggy with {ones and guns} I got a right to it

Forget against the wall, I send your man right through it

Tattooed like Mike did it, leave you lightheaded

Swear to God, y'all cats better act like Christ said it

Hey yo yo who the hell this Sauce {nigga}

you talkin to man? Arrogant {bastard}

Chubby mother{fucker}, you think you alla that man?

I can't even stand to hear this {shit} no more man

Hey you know what {motherfucker}? It don't stop there

I'ma solidify my rap spot til it's not fair

Nothin to do with it, rappers, sayin, "Glad it was them"

Somethin to do with it, rappers, don't be glad it was them

Inspire men, or some R&B {nigga} who buy it ten

With Mya in it, {bitchin} from the way the tires spin

My whole circle is hot, like when the dryer spin

You just a cub kid, trapped off in a lion's den

Lookin for love? Not here, you found hate stupid

I run with a 112 kids who {fucked} _Cupid_ Sauce Money - Orientation Radio Edit - http://motolyrics.com/sauce-money/orientation-radio-edit-lyrics.html

Plus got head, see my eyes bloodshot red

Hands Where I Can See like Bust-a said

I lead by example kid, must I led?

Last thing you hear is {shots} and every cuss I said

Real rappers walkin away, paramedics walkin your way

Crackin jokes while I'm talkin to Jay

Gettin {pussy} 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 the head and leave dead} wack rappers

Cats wanna front, and don't trust my hits?

Don't buy the album, {bitch motherfucker} I'm the {shit}

Better forget it just to be specific

Cause if you the one, then I'm two/too terrific

Better relax, 'fore you get it twisted

It's to the death now, if you make the {shit}list

Forget your lingo, and how you primadonna rappers 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 cats roll, quiet as a tear

My album ain't even dropped and I'm writer of the year

I got hits, find me in your record store under hot hits

While you register, under not hits

I drop hits in the streets that {?}

Show after show, watch him, big as I roll

Y'all know the rules fool jewels women and dough

Did you hear? I'm the fattest nicest rapper you know

Now I hurt another brother, just to gain a buck

The few cats that's not {faggots} just aim to duck

If you happen to sell half weight your game is luck

Who write for you? You 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 of {smoked up} roll it

Never get grimy as me, I {fuck} around and snake {?}, hold it

I got both sides of the fence in minute

I got hits with Jay, Clark, Primo, and none of my wheels rented

I got a smash with Puff bout to drop any minute

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