Songtexte:
Ya Boy Make My Money Double

large Send it to Mississippi, surpassing the law Then the money appears the next day like voila I'm tryin to double up Nigga I tell you what My creme makes the fiends jump like double

large Send it to Mississippi, surpassing the law Then the money appears the next day like voila I'm tryin to double up Nigga I tell you what My creme makes the fiends jump like double

niggaz daughters, got my shit sittin' on Brawlers I'm mad boy, with this clique I'ma act a ass boy It's cash boy, I don't think you could last boy I'm

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

murder Murder, murder, play, play Wasteland warriors ride bloody murder, bloody mo' murder murder Murder, murder, play, play War corruptin' my mind [Bizzy] Rip quick to kill ya, fill ya

: [Chorus] Nigga thought I told ya, (told ya) that the war ain't over (over) You can roll (you can roll) you can get rolled over My nigga we the frontline

We nigga We the best This the remix The I'm so hood remix I'm making more I'm so Hood Remix I where my pants below my waist (we always gonna be the best

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 my mouth to be sayin

knew my friendz all turned against me Said fuck it, bought me a dog ever since me and my dog has been like this He got my back I got his, schemin on mad