Gotta get on the crime

Pappa the tip off by nine

They bet if you

split with the chalk

and fall with the night time

Gotta get mine

Ain't takin' no shots

off the gossetts

up at the front

Followed by makers

sittin` at home

Polishing the back tank crumb

Got a dit we can hit

So bring your s***

'cos once I've handed some

To the dog with

a different bird

My wig to the curb

so we're slurping both out

So pick up the triple six third

And part with the murder

for robbing the dope house

Smoke the brother big plants

So high might come

into stake with

both grenades

An A K Drama played

with turn of the thumb

and the drags at night

Put it in me try and be

Which part of the place

they quickly grow the

Wood doors to the livin' room

Have that or their car

as part of their flower power

Cannot confirm

who blew all them bodies

all over the room dim dum

And gotta move fast

why the purples coming

Snatch up me yummy

So think I don't think it's funny

I'm come enough quick

enough not quite

'Cos flesh me lovin' is money

I'm givin' off love

to the husslers

or them cyclic dusters

Makin' that money

stand on your feet

And you better believe

Gotta hand out cheese

For the green league

Never gets mislead

Steady on the flag

It must hang down

From the crime

in the head

of the nine night

Givin' up the yey oh

Makin' me sail

On these nickles and dimes

Pick up the stick

of the lick of that Two Eleven

Gotta get what's

mine been bellin'

Me kickin' up dust

I'm shellin'

fellin' one in Seven

That's how it is and it gust to

Have it in the Knock one

Mission a check

a meal mis deal

Be real duckin'

on the clock clock

Drippin' on the cover

Mostly till I'm gonna

Gotta place me plan up

Hung up another

plot and scheme

Gotta make some break

some celtic Nunn up butter

Gotta keep that in the sound

Even though the

Boo Doo run is done

Me feelin' lovely

But I'm just doin' it

For the love of money

Standin' on the corner

Straight slang and rocks

Ooh..... s*** here comes

the Mother F****** cops

So I dash, I ducks

And I hides behind a tree

Makin' sure the

Mother F****** don't see me

Now my fat psycho flock say

Oh yeah I stuffed 'em

Police on my drawls

I had to falls and yeah

It's still Mother F***** 'em

Now my game is tight

Tight as f*** is my game

Easy Mother F******

E O Eric Rad

It's all the same

Now n****** might trip

on how I stacks my grip

I got to have them rich

For the love of this s***

Mother F*****

Don't get me drugged

the dogish way

Don't let my prime everytime

Follow me down the nine nine

Then you will find

all of me kind

Check out the whips

to murder a town

Wearin' my bell

in my hood, reds

Quick wi' not

makin' me grip

When a me click

Runaway grow flex

a ga ga great man

Put 'em in mud

Rockin' me pump blood

Got nothin' to lose b****

Ya better respect rip

Or you best

just check this love

It's goin' down

It's gonna

pumpin' be around

It`s gonna

wanna make guy, blind

Gotta make that money man

It's still the same steady

running things round

And for the MacNow well

I'll take you up

into a barrel of a gun

See, put it up your gun

For the part

I ram it up

Makin' up my mind

Hope understood guys

Some peoples make

people make problem

Enough on a mission

Look back on the guys

when n****** was better

Was so lost

and wonderfully give thank

But it's like my sell

It'll make you rips

Go off mission for money

You give up the cash

And that was yor wears

'Cos mean your

middle what's on me

And fiddle gets help them

You might just

guess to the temple

And umm bum rag on gee

Some thing just

listed it simple

And run to catch one n****

Who fellow would

runs on the temple

The river remember

me killer now