作词 : Michael Kunze/Sylvester Levay/Shawn Carter/Tyrone Fyffe/Malik Cox/Dwight Grant/Amil Whitehead 作曲 : Michael Kunze/Sylvester Levay/Shawn Carter/Tyrone Fyffe/Malik Cox/Dwight Grant/Amil Whitehead Yea, serious Aiyyo, this time it's for my family, we ride or die It's in the blood till the death, now aim for the sky My fo' blow for sure, for dough, for own land It's money, drugs, and hot slugs[Incomprehensible] Money, drugs and hot slugs Street scholar keep firing is what they tell me Money, drugs and hot slugs, R O CMoney, drugs and hot slugs You know, know, know, know, you know Bleek*****s said I can't do, it's funny I done itThe album is here, now who the **** want it? I let *****s eat now I'm here to collect I admit they tried but they ain't rep correct Now the dinner table's set and it's my time to eat Don't even wipe your mouth, get up, be out Don't let the cars fool you or the jewelry blind you My life's the realest ***** I should write me a novel This for them broads that'll hold me down And my *****s on the internet that download my style And my dog in line in at ChowJust bangin' with his Walkman playin' me loud And the ***** with that plate Choppin' them grams, him and his man Listening to music that they understand And that white boy goin' to college He don't know about the ghetto but know how to hold metal Them white boys, they'll shoot **** up They can listen to this ****, I don't give two ****s But back to it, sippin' on that Cognac fluid In the Porsche, burnin' the conduit This is ride music, get the high music That M dot, hot supply music That's the answer, life's like cancer I thought I told y'all *****s I'm serious It's money, drugs, it's money, drugs It's money, drugs and hot slugs, you know Bleek
作词 : Michael Kunze/Sylvester Levay/Shawn Carter/Tyrone Fyffe/Malik Cox/Dwight Grant/Amil Whitehead 作曲 : Michael Kunze/Sylvester Levay/Shawn Carter/Tyrone Fyffe/Malik Cox/Dwight Grant/Amil Whitehead Yea, serious Aiyyo, this time it's for my family, we ride or die It's in the blood till the death, now aim for the sky My fo' blow for sure, for dough, for own land It's money, drugs, and hot slugs[Incomprehensible] Money, drugs and hot slugs Street scholar keep firing is what they tell me Money, drugs and hot slugs, R O CMoney, drugs and hot slugs You know, know, know, know, you know Bleek*****s said I can't do, it's funny I done itThe album is here, now who the **** want it? I let *****s eat now I'm here to collect I admit they tried but they ain't rep correct Now the dinner table's set and it's my time to eat Don't even wipe your mouth, get up, be out Don't let the cars fool you or the jewelry blind you My life's the realest ***** I should write me a novel This for them broads that'll hold me down And my *****s on the internet that download my style And my dog in line in at ChowJust bangin' with his Walkman playin' me loud And the ***** with that plate Choppin' them grams, him and his man Listening to music that they understand And that white boy goin' to college He don't know about the ghetto but know how to hold metal Them white boys, they'll shoot **** up They can listen to this ****, I don't give two ****s But back to it, sippin' on that Cognac fluid In the Porsche, burnin' the conduit This is ride music, get the high music That M dot, hot supply music That's the answer, life's like cancer I thought I told y'all *****s I'm serious It's money, drugs, it's money, drugs It's money, drugs and hot slugs, you know Bleek
