Yeah it's DJ KaySlay the Drama King
I'm in the house with my n***a Sauce Money
Memphis Bleek holdin it down from the East coast
And from the West I got my n***a Game
All you bitch-ass niggaz y'all better fall the f**k back
Y'all know how this shit is about to go down
Yo homie what's your name
My name is Money that much is true
Listen up this what I'm gon' do
I won't wait for you to get a lil' bigger
I hit you with the tec-9 lil' n***a
Look at him - red as a muh'f**ker
Hah Dead as a muh'f**ker
Unassisted - aiyyo you shoulda
Been there Bleek too late you missed it
Cock back my biscuit
Like a fat chick and chocolate I can't resist it
Didn't believe you so for your big ol' ego
I got a big ol' Eagle
Gotta give the people
Not a f**kin chance to see you inside the sequel
Son I stay stuck in rude
So when they see me comin they like
"Damn here come this f**kin dude "
You know'm sayin Memph'
Brooklyn what's up
Got to take this shit back
Let's hit 'em with the hook son
Sawed-off shotgun hand on the pump
Sippin that Arme' puffin on a blunt
All I know is my shit better bump
La la la la la-la la lahhhh
What yo yo
You know Bleek always smokin
That "La La La" - you right
Groupies they be actin too crazy
Tell 'em they too hype
They want leave with a G like Eas'
Educated the bullshit got a degree in these streets
But - I dare a n***a act all crazy
The tec'll tear his back all crazy
And you know I stay bent off the Arme'
Regardless if solo or I'm deep with my amry
I rep - straight from the jacked M-P
If I put the tec up I gotta tote the D E
But wait You know I'm ridin with Sauce
And we ridin this song from out the Robb Report
Dawg I'm from the street from the best I'm taught
I'll get your man tied and lost f**k the cost
Got a couple of my killers who stand by
And I'm G-Force stat' n***a never fly stand-by
Uhh jeah you know
Put this shit right back in the street huh
Brooklyn shit Sauce
Let's bring the hook back here we go yo
Sawed-off shotgun hand on the pump
Sippin that Arme' puffin on a blunt
All I know is my shit better bump
La la la la la-la la lahhhh
Dip through N-Y black Impala matchin interior
Cali plates I'm that serious
Niggaz think the kid a joke
'Til that 38-revolver spin like hundred spokes
Homie I bring the drama
Sleep on The Game and get left in wooden pajamas
n***a I ain't easy son
But I break up rock
Roc like DipSet and M-Easy son
I'm a B-L-double-O-D
Hardest n***a since S-N-double-O-P
And all this beef got blood in my eye
Aftermath motherf**ker you could love it or die
Keep Dre name out your mouth boy
Or get your Bones Crushed
Like them Dirty South boys
I'm a "Menace " f**k Kane and O-Dog
Since I was ten I had 'caine and O's dawg
I ain't lyin
They gave Eazy AIDS
So why should I give a F**K about dyin
And the day Jay retire
I'ma park next to the throne in a Maybach on gold wires yeah
Sawed-off shotgun hand on the pump
Sippin that Arme' puffin on a blunt
All I know is my shit better bump
La la la la la-la la lahhhh
Yeah you bitch-ass motherf**kers
"Hands on the Pump"
F**k around find yo' ass slump
One hitta quitta yes
