Watch out for your friends



Ayo ayo you you you got that thing for me huh?

You thought I was layin? no no I aint layin Im takin

You dont understand? You confused?

How bout if I stuff your fuckin head through that

window

That would unconfuse you right?

Thought I was layin give me the fuckin money come on



Verse 1:



Im blamin

lame ass rappers frontin for famin

I should open up a casino for all the games you playin

Im sayin, everyday in a different namin

Plus they homos now, big black niggas flamin

We stressin, that you don't be stressin us

And if you GS and GS than dont be B.S'n us

Just be B.S'n logicly

Not like that we be guessin

Because the truth need no modesty

Cristal to spring water, Bacardi whateva

What it is, is what it is

We can party together

You know how the game goes

Whenever your name grows

But still love is love fuckin the same hoes

Against the grain goes the souped up rapper

He spittin venom

So now we gotta get wit him

And do the ten thing

Frightenin, while his men cling

Then watch blood extract out his ass like ginsing

It all ends with, all of his mens hit

And now our future friends shit

Strictly forensic

But thats the life we livin'

Drivin', thats how we driven

Strivin, you must be robin

Cause I aint given

Shoot ya guns



Chorus:



Now when we bless this with precise shit

That we suffice with

We keep your mentals lit

Now when we bless this

(echo: bless this, bless this, bless this, bless this)



verse 2:



I see ya overly concernin

Ya insides burnin

Mad at the fact Sauce is earin

With more niggas than Mark Furman

Ya never learnin, never been so determined

Not to be concerned with ya sermon

Wheels of fortune still turnin

Still street caviar remains untouched

For Sauce Money cheeseburger deluxe

Screamin what the ******(crooks?) feenin

Dough we rake off

While you hailin cabs

We, taxi for take off

Fake crews and units is dubbin

Get ya whole clan wiped out, no scrubbin

For the decription givin, chapstick flappin

Pistol whipin, nigga rappin

Sell arms to keep 'em clappin

Gung ho chicks spueeze for me

Crazy g's for me, to see cheese come easily for me

In the same arenas

Aint gotta state his name, you seen us

Sippin on Bay Breeze's

Now we higher than Venus

Comparin thumbs, tryin to see whos the greenest

High strung

No relief pitcher off my tounge

Ace of the staff, Sauce back to back Cy Young



Chorus X4



Verse 3:



In the club lit

Listen to all my niggas hit

Bitches love me for this disrespectfull shit

Fuck em, the only thing I'm with is large amounts,

clear

Money the only thing that counts here

By any means like Malcom

X marks the spot you know the outcome

Income, never outdone

Rap star, hit the stage dipped in tar

Other crews muerto

Cant fuck with this concierto

Too fecicous

So I drop new releases

Till your crew deceases

Screw your pieces, fuck you thesis

Fuck your speeches, and fuck your beef

Cause when my crew aim, do more than brush ya teeth

It'll split your shit, when it hit your shit

If you dont want yo' shit hit

Dont forget yo' shit

We dont spar

We aimin all niggas to Allah

When its spent

And to the nazarine if ya 85 percent

Do what I gotta

Straight shot of Jack

Ameretta, colada for my bitch in the back

Never bluffin

Never rap for nothin

Rap flow, dont love it

Sincerly yours

Sause motherfucka