[memphis bleek]
Yea.. serious shit..
[record scratch]
Aiyyo, this time itâs for my family, we ride or die
Itâs in the blood til the death, now aim for the sky
My foâ blow for sure, for dough, for own land..
[record scratch]
Itâs money, drugs, and hot slugs
Itâs money, drugs, and hot slugs [street scholar]
Itâs money, drugs, and hot slugs [r o c]
Itâs money, drugs, and hot slugs
[memphis bleek]
Niggas said I canât do it
Funny I done it
The album is here, now who the fuck want it?
I let niggas eat now Iâm here to collect
I admit they tried, but they ainât rep correct
Now the dinner tableâs set and itâs my time to eat
Donât even wipe your mouth, get up, be out!
Donât let the cars fool you, or the jewelry blind you
My lifeâs the realest nigga, I should write me a novel
This for them broads thatâll hold me down
And my niggas on the internet that download my style
And my dog in line in at chow
Just bangin with his walkman playin me loud
And the nigga with that plate
Choppin them grams, him and his man
Listening to music that they understand
And that white boy goin to college
He donât know about the ghetto but know how to hold metal
Them white boys, theyâll shoot shit up
They can listen to this shit, I donât give two fucks
But back to it, sippin on that cognac fluid
In the porsche, burnin the conduit
This is ride music, get high music
That m dot, hot supply music
Thatâs the answer, lifeâs like cancer
I thought I told yâall niggas Iâm serious!
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Itâs money, drugs, and hot slugs, you know bleek