[Uzi talkin']
Prime Suspects, Kane & Abel, Silkk The shocker about that money
Chorus: Uzi & (Kane & Abel)
Money Makes a n*gga do some strange thangs (I admit)
Over change, n*ggas lose they brains (ain't that some sh*t)
If you got it when then n*ggas hungry brah (what, what)
Keep your Glock c*cked & your eyes up on ya stuff (ya heard me)
[Reapeat]
[Uzi]
Just remember it takes a b*tch to play wit a real a real n*gga
Glock knockin' 'em while they chop 'em down for figures
While money makes a n*gga do some strange thangs, I admit
Over change, n*ggas lose they brains, ain't that some sh*t
Come equipped as we still quick in tha Lands
n*ggas get dealt wit in his back while shakin' hands
While plans get spoiled by n*ggas want furl trips
Rather they snort, bang, or either sell tha sh*t
I hold my di*k & let my nuts sag
n*ggas act bad behind tha cash actin' like it last forever
Any kind of weather n*gga get tha job done
Block hotter than tha sun, n*ggas still pack a gun
But I ain't tha one to get done wit behind some dumb sh*t
I pack a gun b*tch & ain't scared to let tha bullets flip
I said enough, either get scuffed or roughed up
If you got it when then n*ggas hungry keep your eyes up on ya stuff
Chorus:(2X)
[Kane & Abel]
Runnin' up on n*ggas like finish lines, wit c*cked nines
Give a f*ck if n*ggas wit dimes, get flatlined for tryna take mines
In broad daylight, lose yo life for tha paper
Haters a waste ya, meat ya maker, coroner gonna have to scrape ya
Off tha concrete
My street hotter than fish grease
For big face bills, n*ggas kills wit big heat
n*ggas dressed in all black or army fatigues
Killas perform like pus*y poppers wit choppers, squeeze 2-2-3's
Put your face on TV's, for less than a quarter ki
Leave a clip empty, now watch you muthaf*ckin' enemies
Murda's like a disease, catch it, ain't no comin' back
Rest in peace, yo wig split, hit by n*ggas on a jack
Gangstafied Kane & Abel watch the Suspects back
n*ggas do strange thangs fo' paper, I feel that
Take tha money, take tha Benz, but hustle never ends
Put us on tha block wit one rock, an we'll make a million again (ha ha)
Chorus:(2X)
[Silkk the Shocker]
Now look n*gga, it's 5-4-3-2 to tha muthaf*ckin' 1, it's a countdown
Well this n*gga Silkk The Shocker
Known for breakin' O-Z's down to muthaf*ckin' pounds
That's my n*gga Glock, that's my n*gga Uzi
That's a brand new muthaf*ckin' nine millimeter
Off tha top, you know we come strapped, b*tch watch ya back
Cause all of us always got heaters
Now look f*ck tha money cause we gonna ball wit or wit out tha sh*t
I need a down ass girl but I'm gonna ball look wit or wit out tha b*tch
Drive my Benz look wit or wit out tha f*ckin' kit
Yall busta ass n*ggas faggets walkin' wit or wit out tha switch
I still could pull hoes look n*gga wit or wit out tha six
While yall n*ggas stuntin' & frontin'
Why don't you break yoself & get up out my sh*t
Now yall know my steelo, on tha D-low, have a kilo on tha D-L
Even though I rap b*tch I still do a couple of crack sells
Look if it don't make dollas then it don't make sense
Now my n*ggas Prime Suspects gonna get me high
An all of us get fried & get bent
An we No Limit Soldiers b*tch so all of us represent
Think we won't bust yo head for some muthaf*ckin' dead presidents b*tch
Chorus:(4X)