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letra de what's that fuck that - sauce money

y’all m-th-f-ckas is sadly mistaken
i think –
i don’t really think y’all understand
what it is that i exactly do
i make joints for the radio
and all that, youknowmsayin?
but this is my sh-t right here, yo
we can just get right to it
hope they can f-ck with it

[ verse 1 ]
i can make joints all day, never touch a average
sauce, hot sh-t, ain’t nothin but a marriage
skills that i possess, n-gg-s die to have it
hip-hop m-th-f-cka, i rap like a savage
automatics for f-ggots who brag about fabrics
mad blood on your carriage, no love for you addict
i roast all y’all n-gg-s, homicide closed, die most
it’s suicide f-ckin with me, try toast
f-ck cats talkin first cl-ss but fly coach
the laugh is over, mr. half-a-soda
you’re at your quota, i’m halfway to minnesota
the seat 1a sippin a ice cold? momossa?
never sober, when i awake i can make a wish
head from the b-tch servant or steak and fish
arouse my meat till i’m sound asleep
gettin brain surgery at 33’000 feet
a n-gg- knocked out till i hit the ground and creeped
limo, five star hotel and a suite
once earnin i come turnin for c-nt squirmin
b-tches who front learnin, yearnin to keep the blunt burnin

[ chorus ]
n-gg-s pop sh-t, war, peace, what’s that?
i’m goin to war with my n-gg-s, i love that
show me the baddest chick, i’ma touch that
i bust a slug first – (2x)

[ verse 2 ]
part ii to the rec off, son, get your check on
check off, cats better step off or get stepped on
n-gg-s i pump lead creepin on me
put your head to bed for sleepin on me
what, a hip-hop legend with gut
22 b-tches and my wife in the cut
f-ck that, weak n-gg-s blaze em up
where all my marcy m-th-f-ckas at? (raise em up!)
half rock diamonds the size of glaciers, what?
other half rock vests and spit razors up
i’m a major nut who used to lay em out
get head but let my man f-ck em and play em out
pushed my name up, ’99 got my aim up
sh-t ain’t bein handled correctly – changed up
never looked in haste, but i shook the place
can’t defend your click, why you took the case?
cats get shook with aids, nines and fives
double-fours, tear gas, infrareds and knives
anything to survive, like how a vulture get
‘stayin alive’, john travolta sh-t
i toast your click, disrespect what you supposed to get
your homebase yawnin next to a sculptured d-ck
i got the most focussed click, it’s hopeless, b-tch
sauce money keep the dopest hits

[ chorus ]

[ verse 3 ]
here’s some inspiration for all you slackers
i used to work in the mailroom, pushin cars for b-st-rds
they had the nicest m-th-f-cka changin water and sh-t
lookin through a supply book, orderin sh-t
it never really hit me until i thought of the sh-t
my m-th-f-ckin pay close to borderin sh-t
i thought about runnin off with a b-tch
until i picked up a microphone and started slaughterin sh-t
reputation grew, n-gg-s on my d-ck
then i got real brand new and wrote a hit
3 million sold, baby still chillin when it’s cold
sauce don’t change, only money fold
f-ck y’all, the easiest way to word it:
public broadcast, f-ck who heard it
all that slick sh-t is gonna get you murdered
nothin to fear except fear itself, i’m here to help
come with n-gg-s, run with n-gg-s
have fun with n-gg-s, hold guns with n-gg-s
see the sun with n-gg-s, shoot fair ones with n-gg-s
subtract from the sum when i’m done with n-gg-s

[ chorus ]

2000 sh-t
legend
marley marl
sauce muthaf-ckin
middle finger u.

- sauce money

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