want mine Where my fuckin money? ! [HOOK:] I ain't speakin foreign... you know what I'm saying Better have my bread nigga I ain't playin (Bitch... where my fucking money
where my fuckin money?) Think i still aint crazy coz i cut my dread and if you short my cake im off side of your head (bitch where my fuckin money?) [
i want mine Where my fuckin money?! [HOOK] I aint speakin foreign..you know what im saying better have my bread nigga i aint playin (Bitch..where my fucking money
get capped Its like that I won't mine just like you want yurn I gotta get my shine on cuz I feel like its my turn Fuck a bitch My money is way more important
duck I'ma let mine hang ? let the Desert Eagle sing Let it be known all over, it's a Uptown thang Fulfill my wishes...with my hand on my nine Push that
you niggas man (Oh it's over then, it's over) Fuck all y'all niggas (It's over then It's over) It's not a game man, (uh-huh) We taking this shit over
to back To my people in the world, where the fuck you at? Where my niggaz is at? Where my niggaz is at? Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches
LaReece] Guess who's back. [Repeat 7x] [Intro: Krayzie Bone] [Repeat 2x] Who the thugs with the wickedest rhymes Wickedest rhymes, wickedest rhymes [
know what I'm talking about (Busta bust bitches) I'm so hood [Verse 3: Busta Rhymes] See all i know is that i go and get my money Again and again top
shit, this the remix (welcome to my hood), let's go, remix, remix, remix (Where ya hood at, where ya hood at, where ya hood at) [Chorus:] Welcome to
through that's how we [Chorus: Don Omar] that's how we roll, we roll like this [Reek da Villan] Yeah, he he, yeah Hey let's get it [Busta Rhymes
and it's wild cause I'm still sinnin, Addiction still weed-puffin, givin it to women, It's still my brain ready to bust up out my skull To the mic, cause
the grind Stress hard on my soul and shackle my mind (we have to understand) Makin my heart cold and my head hot Cause's bread not Comin in and I'm losin
then again, should I just slit his throat? For sayin my fuckin name in that rhyme he wrote Should I kill yo wife and ya child For tryin to assassinate me n my
place Verse one... [Chorus: David Poter sample] Over, and then my life (the masquerade) I know it's over... (the masquerade) Uh-oh, over (over) my my my
like being born with a curse Do or Die, that's the code of the streets I didn't invent Niggas sketch my life out with malicious intent My skin color's