Chorus MC's it's on you DJ's it's on you And the man's making beats for their crews it's on you It's on you [Verse 2: Eno Red Rum] For those who boost
's get it) Ain't shit funny (uh) Shake it honey (Let's get it) Take it money Now let's get it (Let's get it) [G-Dep] Creep with your people, though my
bounce on the mic and the drummers on the beat all in together it's treblehood street because no one gives it any we gonna give you whut you nee
like Escobar me and my dogs In the resevoire eatin caviar For the fuck of it we touchin it You get nones of it like the covenant Give it to you in details
will lead.. (close your eyes, hear the ballad of a dead soldier) If you play the game, you play to win.. (this is the ballad of a dead soldier) It's a
million since we started We cold hearted Niggas in masks that'll blast at the task force Empty out my clip Time to mash They asked for it Me Makaveli
is money, I rhyme on the clock And walk through the strip with a nine in the ox You seen the ice, you know it's top notch And when it comes to dice, I
't drop it Until you seen it comin, then you knew you couldn't stop it I know some of y'all probably thought I wouldn't drop it Until you seen it comin, then you knew you
kids It ain't wrong to make money, legit or illegal But it's treason, when you turn your back on your people [DP One scratches: "Say what?"] [Akir:]
Benz few dollars girlfriend you holla My focus on never so often you could catch me with some loafers on I'm livin it's all vision cautious decisions
of drug dealers, and thugs For the junkies got no love It's like this, play pussy you catch a slug Drug though the mud, once it's dead it's done Hand on
top top....big rigga Check it Check it Out Check it Out Check it Out Check it Check it Out Check it Out Check it Out Check it Out Check it [B-Legit:] It
what we'll do tomorrow night. Because where we come from it's called "playing dumb", it'll get you what you need till your boss' back's turned. We'll
slaves they were stayin Do you think a nigga forgot? Matter fact my trigger's hot, you blink you gettin shot And if the weather's hot, your body's gonna stink when it
Spitz Network [Brotha Lynch] Homie the human gas nozzle, twenty four gallons a shell on you Then I bail on you, somethin' smell on you you tell homie
T.F., Task Force, Jump-out boys, or your local neighborhood robbers Baby I got to keep on pushin' [Bun B] Well it's the king of the hover trade and the
11's, some use me for protection, an some use me for 1-8-7's, it's best to call the police if you think you see me comin, but whatever you don't run cuz
supreme claim on all the bitches you don't stand a cat's chance in hell of escaping I'm the roman sadism prostrate to my cock It's time to bring the law
