with me, he know he don't want no parts of me I bring my squad with me and slit your arteries I only bump a Smith & Stress, when I blast my Smith & Wess
face and your chest just like a fuckin drumroll nigga You ain't know me and my crew, we lockin it up And rubberband stackin dough in Timberland shoebox
dead tonight Grimy of the never since I been out the light In the eyes of the media, fuck'em yo I'm still out in public taking the dough Got a fiend for
be the same again Momma used to say she wasn't raisin no thug Wit tears in her eyes and she gave me a hug No more lessons, I was introduced to smith &
back son, tougher action Zoom Das, zoom Das, satisfaction Biggidee back pop popular, hip hoppin' 'em The Hit Squad, Def Squad still rockin' 'em [Verse: Parrish Smith
a life, you the oldest one Please Lord nigga don't cry now Don't snitch now, don't run You was tough with the gun let's fight with time Let's explore the mind with the Smith
juice like fisher, paint pretty like Richard I'm a [? ] like Emit game I'm Antwone Fisher. And I am legend just like Fred Flinstone but dis not Will Smith
know my fuckin name" Ya niggas know the half 'Kool G Rap' [Kool G Rap] Yo check it yo yo Yo if it ain't about the dough than I ain't with it at all
stop) it (no) Don't you stop it (don't stop) the music! Yeah, yeeah! [Interlude: Lil' Flip] Lil' Flipper, oh no [Verse 1: Lil' Flip] I'm stackin' my dough
alone, don't harm a feather How do they turn a cow into leather Like JDL on stage with the meta Don't got no dough, better be a go-getter Is that anthrax
Little Nick, Tony Koch, and Ollie (uh-huh) Remember Dre, the one that used to fuck wit Holly (yeah!) Abby and Blue, B-Boyin Shawn Bill Smith, Nick Bird
trying to stay alive, in this life of crime [Dougie D:] Heavenly Father help us, and help us all Fight with my back against the wall, is like giving my all Dougie
dangerous You really, don't wanna fuck with us Playing them games, will get you hoes fucked up [Dougie D] Knock knock on the motherfucking door, nigga who is it It's Dougie
chillin What more can I say? (Let's make a million) M-E-L-Man, niggas call me Most I be rockin on the East and the West Coast Your mail go back like Emmitt Smith
time, if there's one I'll know That most women strictly out for the dough They're called gold diggers Cause she's a gold digger [x3] [Verse Two: Parrish Smith
[Parrish Smith] Yeah, vacation's over As I say mic check, in eighty-nine, time to wreck Tellin all the sucker crab MC's to step EPMD's in effect Snappin
South Bronx and let me hear you say Hell yeah HELL YEAH Say hell yeah HELL YEAH [Parrish Smith] Aiyyo, I grab the mic and strike, explode and ignite Off the head, reminscin about some shit last night No dough
up, and move your body cause party people [Parrish Smith] It's time to party [x4] [Erick Sermon] Yo P break it down [Parrish Smith] Yeah "Uno, dos