(woman)
we pop, we brawl, gettinand' money til the day we fall
we pop, we brawl, gettinand' money til the day we fall
(rza)
double barrel shotgun (blaow), pop son
i told nigga, just not run
i saw him on 205th in fordham
this dog was frozen, so my high heat thawed him (wu!)
i blown ya, you need a blood donor
my bitch ghetto, like florida and laronia (girl)
laundry mat hoes, who want clothes?
i flow checks, one followed by six oand's (six oand's)
i got hoes, in codes, in different areas
four ton whips thatand's sittinand' on interiors
the bass shake in the club like itand's earthquakinand'
i cock arm, pass the bomb, like troy aikman (aikman)
play the basement like bruce wayne and dick grayson
you miserable, you get kidnapped by kathy bason
thrown to the dungeon, for your sponginand'
of wu killa bee, whatand's your total malfunction?
(chorus: shacronz and odb)
we pop, we brawl, get money til the day we fall (yeah)
my glock (my glock), my four (my four)
throw shots through your bedroom door (bedroom door)
from the pand's, to the morgue, cop louie all the way to my drawers (new york)
we pop (pop), we brawl (brawl), get money til the way we fall
(shacronz)
come on, letand's cut the crap, money
iand've been gettinand' this rap money
crack money, stack money, iand'm tryinand' to get that shaq money
that mike tyson, michael jordan, michael jackand' money
five hundred milland' and better, dog, yeah, now thatand's money
act funny, yaand'll make me laugh (haha)
frontinand' like you tough, you softer than a babyand's ass
these lazy ass labels -- fuck you! pay me cash
my crazy path promoted me into a mercedes class
(chorus)
(freemurda)
yeah.., all yaand'll can see is the back of my jersey
blowinand' in the wind, goinand' back to jersey
off to brooklyn, left you back in jersey
i was doinand' a buck 90 like a throwback jersey
shame on a nigga, take it back to dirty
run, game on a nigga, iand'll be back in thirty
seconds, got the worldand's greatest record
and that money iand'mma spend it like your greatest record
this division, all the ladies respect it
disrespect it and the eightyand'll check it
it ainand't hard to see how yaand'll ignorinand' the steel
niggas that i clap, lookinand' for me still
til they look like they came out of george foreman grill
thoughts are stolen on free, must be on them crills
plus my, team gonand' be holdinand' like forty milland'
thoughts are rollinand' on e., must be on those pills
(chorus)
