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Versuri Sauce Money - Orientation Radio Edit
Versuri-versuri.ro > Versuri Litera S > Versuri Sauce Money > Orientation 12 - Orientation Radio Editthe author will rewrite and resubmit this when the LP is released  
  
 Lotta y'all dudes is WEAK!  
 So what? I said it!  
 I heard all y'all albums  
  
 This is for you Tommy Tucker's  you know em  neighborhood suckers  
 We all got em  stupid {motherfuckers}  
 Wannabe rap brothers  bitin ass rappers who love us  
 Idolize us  keep it real  can't touch us  
 Slick rapper  far from a snitch rapper  
 A trick rapper, put the {dick} upon a sick rapper  
 Where it's at rapper, rollin with the {?} rapper  
 Fat rapper, batter get your {heat} clapper  
 I'm that rapper, one you can't even crush  
 Type of cat that {shit in your} crib and don't even flush  
 Type of cat when you see him that you wantin to touch  
 Like you Russell Simmons but, you ain't in no Rush  
 Cause when it all hit the fan, who the hell can you trust?  
 Duck in the water? Pity, where the hell can you go?  
 Who the hell can you get? When I'm ready to {hit}?  
 When you hear my name I make you hate spaghetti n {shit}  
 {?} if I get caught in a lie  
 {Bottle rockets} light you up like the 4th of July  
 I don't need your help son I got support from the sky  
 Write fluid, I'm a definite, you might do it  
 Jiggy with {ones and guns} I got a right to it  
 Forget against the wall, I send your man right through it  
 Tattooed like Mike did it, leave you lightheaded  
 Swear to God, y'all cats better act like Christ said it  
  
 Hey yo yo who the hell this Sauce {nigga}  
 you talkin to man? Arrogant {bastard}  
 Chubby mother{fucker}, you think you alla that man?  
 I can't even stand to hear this {shit} no more man  
  
 Hey you know what {motherfucker}? It don't stop there  
 I'ma solidify my rap spot til it's not fair  
 Nothin to do with it, rappers, sayin, "Glad it was them"  
 Somethin to do with it, rappers, don't be glad it was them  
 Inspire men, or some R&B {nigga} who buy it ten  
 With Mya in it, {bitchin} from the way the tires spin  
 My whole circle is hot, like when the dryer spin  
 You just a cub kid, trapped off in a lion's den  
 Lookin for love? Not here, you found hate stupid  
 I run with a 112 kids who {fucked} _Cupid_  
 Plus got head, see my eyes bloodshot red  
 Hands Where I Can See like Bust-a said  
 I lead by example kid, must I led?  
 Last thing you hear is {shots} and every cuss I said  
 Real rappers walkin away, paramedics walkin your way  
 Crackin jokes while I'm talkin to Jay  
 Gettin {pussy} from four dimes from New York in a day  
 This flow here is stainless, what you thought it was clay?  
 Thought it was gold? Only thing it bought was your soul  
 Split your wig then confuse you for that fork in the road  
 I don't play with wack rappers, I slay wack rappers  
 Only aim {to the head and leave dead} wack rappers  
 Cats wanna front, and don't trust my hits?  
 Don't buy the album, {bitch motherfucker} I'm the {shit}  
  
 Better forget it just to be specific  
 Cause if you the one, then I'm two/too terrific  
 Better relax, 'fore you get it twisted  
 It's to the death now, if you make the {shit}list  
  
 Forget your lingo, and how you primadonna rappers mingle  
 I'm real money, fold up, you funny money, jingle  
 News flash, here's a hot {ass} item to bring you  
 Had a car, Roley, and house before my first single  
 I know how y'all cats roll, quiet as a tear  
 My album ain't even dropped and I'm writer of the year  
 I got hits, find me in your record store under hot hits  
 While you register, under not hits  
 I drop hits in the streets that {?}  
 Show after show, watch him, big as I roll  
 Y'all know the rules fool jewels women and dough  
 Did you hear? I'm the fattest nicest rapper you know  
 Now I hurt another brother, just to gain a buck  
 The few cats that's not {faggots} just aim to duck  
 If you happen to sell half weight your game is luck  
 Who write for you? You all sound the same, lame as {fuck}  
 Can't control it, tried to sell it, heard it the way you told it  
 Who bought it? And if you sold it? Extort it  
 For somethin I might of {smoked up} roll it  
 Never get grimy as me, I {fuck} around and snake {?}, hold it  
 I got both sides of the fence in minute  
 I got hits with Jay, Clark, Primo, and none of my wheels rented  
 I got a smash with Puff bout to drop any minute
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