called me out (You don't see it now) I know how You'll wait up for me Cutting into You fell out of your ways Better off, held in truth You confide in me Better off
Take Money} West Side Bad Boy Killers {Take Money} You know who the realist is niggas we bring it to {Take Money} (ha ha, that's alright) First off,
jewelries, and mobile phones Things I couldn't get with a high school diploma It's alright, cause I just help myself You should know, cause I can't do nothin else And you better
Take Money} West Side Bad Boy Killers {Take Money} You know who the realist is Niggas we bring it to {Take Money} [ha ha, that's alright] First off
where it hurt I'll let him make it, but his mama and daddy gon see a hearse Fuck a driveby, I want him to look me in my eyes Let him call Junior on his
motherfuckers how the West Coast rock So come on [Hook: Butch Cassidy] Everybody all around the world (yeah) All the little baby boys and girls (alright
{Take Money} West Side Bad Boy Killers {Take Money} You know who the realist is niggas we bring it to {Take Money} (ha ha, that's alright) First off
I'm feeling lucky, So I was like hit me At which point my phone rang, and it hit me That I had mentioned to format he should hit me Off on the cell he
is shit Thinking I'm in the rough but I just tee'd off I'll make the putt in two strokes and I supposed to be soft And if you got beats you better lend
and mobile phones Things I couldn't get with a high school diploma It's alright, cause I just help myself You should know, cause I can't do nothin else And you better
hang with us gorillas, you just an orangutan Sly and Bullet Loco gone bring these killers PAIN! [Verse 3: Sly Boogy] Right, alright, hold up, trip (
it hurt I'll let him make it, but his mama and daddy gon see a hearse Fuck a driveby, I want him to look me in my eyes Let him call Junior on his mobile
