(Intro)(Sauce Money Ras Kass Sheek Louch)

(S) What we going to do right we going to start this mother fucker of in

brooklyn best style you heard me

(R) (Sauce mother fuckin)

(S) Then I am going to past it to my nigga and we going to swing over to the

y.o. you know

(R)(SL) (Ruff ryder style)(Sheek Louch)

(S) Then we going to pass it to my other nigga and we going to do it west

side style you know

(R) (West side)



[Verse One: Sauce Money]

I spit solely for the guacemole

Come through and make a rapper do a back flip rock a rolly and

Reach for my glock slowly if you try to interfere on how I stack chips

I take chicks to the tele just a happy fan

Now she wanna get a glimpse of my magic hand

She said she like the way it stretch out like plastic man

Sauce money tell me where would you have it land

Told shorty look I got to get back to my grands

Hurry up I am in the rush like jackie chan

Married woman, single or engaged, hood rats still got them to creep

Now we rock them to sleep

Because we got the best songs that pesese charm

Besides if you tricky you just chance head strong

Rappers better respect dawns and ex-cons

and keep your vest on this is how we speak with teflon



[Verse Two: Sheek Louch]

Aiyyo it's Sheek Louch nigga and I will pop till y'all gone

Only thing I knew niggaz popped and it's gone

And y'all might pop shit but that's about it

What you know about guns that come out my sleeve

And bullets that fly around your head like bee's

That will hit you and leave holes the size of pee's jes

When I flow it's like tae-kwon-doe

On some do-jo and it just a hobby

How fuck Daniel-san going to beat Mr. Miyagi

Wax on wax off with a knock out or better

I leave three threw t