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Money Mark Hand In Your Head

devil, you had better keep your hands above the waist Everything you touch will turn to sand when you see the world as nothing more than money in your hand

time you got here (you got my money), yeah 250 dollas (what the fuck is 250 dollas, say Fed-Ex This Al-Ex, and I'm fin to execute your Motherfucking

the phone with your wife While ya gettin beat down that how I do it I'm a mastermind in crime I cause disaster with one 9 Be behind 17 bodies all shot in the head

family biz, live out tradition Like it's planned to be, flow gradually Had to take everything, nothing hand to me For the money, I respect have me kickin your

the Porshe and got robbed my style fucks your head up, like elevators blowjobs go to jail, while I'm in the streets eatin hotel suite beatin, rhyme releasin your

Hit Squad, Firing Squad Nine eight shit [Chorus: Das EFX] No doubt, no doubt Do your thing, do your thing No doubt, no doubt Do your thing, do your

minutes later, the cops came I'm settin up shop for the black market So if I aim at your mark-ass youre a target Told you that I'd come but I came insane

deal, got your bitch on a blue pill Akon gave me two mill That's a whole lotta money in the stashbox I'll push ya head back like a ragtop Rock gators

truth, 100% when I get bent It's possible that I'm mad, forget ? I'm blind, deaf, and mute To all you shit poppers, put your money where your mouth at