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Uh

This one`s fo the money

Uh



Verse 1



We ridin raw `97 Suburban`s wit the chrome kit

every nigga on trigga ready to dome split

got a million

but still ain`t satisfied

gold thangs on every old school that we ride

got keys

so many g`s

bitches on they knees dyin to get wit these

if a bitch ain`t about her money man I can`t fuck wit that

got to be down to run the street sellin that pussy or move some yak

ask yo folks bitch like 40 I`m so serious about my scratch

livin like a straight hustla b pass the weed, man fuck a batch

from Vallejo to Sac

pushin new Lacs an `96 Ac`s

we roll strapped, lounge wit the money from the game of crack

some million dolla macks gettin taxed for the crack sack

from `ol skool seven-deuce Chevy`s an glass packs

representin to the fullest, the west-side of the map

where we roll strapped wit black ridas stuck in the mack

ridas.



*(Chrous- C-Bo)*



I was born in hell juss to be a rida

wit lo-lo`s an 4-4`s an mo hoes fo the ridas

keep my pants saggin stay strapped wit the magnum ridas

desperado outlaws do the dirt



Verse 2



I got bitches like the mack, out to get my scratch

pushin the `9-7 Lac, movin keys of yak

an ain`t a damn thang changed about the dope game

but the bitches size the money an the price of the caine

from ruby 13-5`s is how we get it

cracked out, the metro packs saran wrapped an get it

if it`s money then a nigga, gots to get it

hit it an quit it, but I ain`t wit it less it`s worth a mill ticket

I`m a savage

about my cabbage

I gots to have it

automatic, movin through traffic prepared fo static

got a sack that weighs a ton, wit a mac-11 one, uh

jackas when they come, get done-ditty-done, trick

mutha fuckaz can`t hang wit the Garden Blocc gang

packin tech`s, quick to wreck brains

I`m insane, like the loccest mutha fucka on caine

to kill first like a rida, is the rules of the game

rida.



*(Chorus)* x1



Verse 3



Diamond rings, an chains down wit the Rolex name

ridin Lexus`s in Texas i where my pits get trained

mo pain

then I proceed to gain

like a gumbo pot full `o sell `em up full of caine

got a 4-5 got a Stang I`m Major Pain inflictin pain

no pain, no gain

was out fo murda when I came

don`t tame mo niggaz, then a million man march

an hang those niggaz, blessed wit a weak heart

no marks in my game, then bump an pull triggaz

mash off an ridas leavin nuthin but dead niggaz

I`m real wit this, that`s why they kill wit this

young ballaz on alcohol, that`ll peel yo shit

don`t try to act like you hardcore

knowin you ain`t

Mafia`s ready fo war bringin the yellow tank

westcoast is the spot where I slang my yey

distributin it nation wide, all across the state

fo ridas.



*(chorus)*

Uh

This one`s fo the money

Uh



Verse 1



We ridin raw `97 Suburban`s wit the chrome kit

every nigga on trigga ready to dome split

got a million

but still ain`t satisfied

gold thangs on every old school that we ride

got keys

so many g`s

bitches on they knees dyin to get wit these

if a bitch ain`t about her money man I can`t fuck wit that

got to be down to run the street sellin that pussy or move some yak

ask yo folks bitch like 40 I`m so serious about my scratch

livin like a straight hustla b pass the weed, man fuck a batch

from Vallejo to Sac

pushin new Lacs an `96 Ac`s

we roll strapped, lounge wit the money from the game of crack

some million dolla macks gettin taxed for the crack sack

from `ol skool seven-deuce Chevy`s an glass packs

representin to the fullest, the west-side of the map

where we roll strapped wit black ridas stuck in the mack

ridas.



*(Chrous- C-Bo)*



I was born in hell juss to be a rida

wit lo-lo`s an 4-4`s an mo hoes fo the ridas

keep my pants saggin stay strapped wit the magnum ridas

desperado outlaws do the dirt



Verse 2



I got bitches like the mack, out to get my scratch

pushin the `9-7 Lac, movin keys of yak

an ain`t a damn thang changed about the dope game

but the bitches size the money an the price of the caine

from ruby 13-5`s is how we get it

cracked out, the metro packs saran wrapped an get it

if it`s money then a nigga, gots to get it

hit it an quit it, but I ain`t wit it less it`s worth a mill ticket

I`m a savage

about my cabbage

I gots to have it

automatic, movin through traffic prepared fo static

got a sack that weighs a ton, wit a mac-11 one, uh

jackas when they come, get done-ditty-done, trick

mutha fuckaz can`t hang wit the Garden Blocc gang

packin tech`s, quick to wreck brains

I`m insane, like the loccest mutha fucka on caine

to kill first like a rida, is the rules of the game

rida.



*(Chorus)* x1



Verse 3



Diamond rings, an chains down wit the Rolex name

ridin Lexus`s in Texas i where my pits get trained

mo pain

then I proceed to gain

like a gumbo pot full `o sell `em up full of caine

got a 4-5 got a Stang I`m Major Pain inflictin pain

no pain, no gain

was out fo murda when I came

don`t tame mo niggaz, then a million man march

an hang those niggaz, blessed wit a weak heart

no marks in my game, then bump an pull triggaz

mash off an ridas leavin nuthin but dead niggaz

I`m real wit this, that`s why they kill wit this

young ballaz on alcohol, that`ll peel yo shit

don`t try to act like you hardcore

knowin you ain`t

Mafia`s ready fo war bringin the yellow tank

westcoast is the spot where I slang my yey

distributin it nation wide, all across the state

fo ridas.



*(chorus)*

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