J. Carter, what up my G? S.P the Ghost, D-Block Yeah! Money come, pride'll go Niggas start to snitch, then the honor go Bring my gun everywhere the drama go Homicide, robbery, none of this could bother me I didn't make it rapping then this would be a job for me My niggas like the mob for me, shoot for 'em, kill for 'em Niggas know to count on me, shit is dead real for 'em Money come and go, love don't, it just stay there Niggas act up, back up, I'mma spray there Heard they gettin' money over there, let's put a K there I.L.O, Polo for the day gear Fatigue in the night time, money in the pipeline Fuck with S.P., then you wasn't in your right mind Late nights, early mornings getting to the bag This rush hour traffic got me reaching for the mag Some reaching for the dash Catch a nigga slippin', and I'm right up on his ass Nigga, for the cash the flash from the muzzle be the last thing a nigga see You leakin' all your tea, the color of cranberry Hennessey And I don't give a fuck if a nigga is some kin to me Nigga, for the cream I put the beam to your newborn You don't wanna choose wrong, fuck is you talkin'? You done put some shoes on, you knew you couldn't walk it It's a slow death if I introduce the hawk in And they won't find a body if I gotta do some talkin' Toetag the body and feed you to the gators, nigga