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    Turn the lights all the way
    Turn the lights all the way down
    What Uhhuh Yeah
    Come on
    Big flow
    (GGRRRRRR) Come on yeah come on

    Yo Yo J-A-Y, I flow sick
    Fuck all y'all haters blow dick
    I spits the game for those that throw bricks
    Money cash hoes money cash chicks what
    Sex murder and mayhem romance for the street
    Only wife of mines is a life of crime
    And since, life's a bitch in mini-skirts and big chests
    How can I not flirt with death
    That's life's a nigga, long as life prevent us
    We gonna send a lot and pray to Christ forgive us
    Fuck it
    Ice the wrists and raise the price on these niggaz
    Y'all cant floss on my level
    I'll invite you all to get wit us if ya ball is glitter
    When I go all the harlem playaz wall my picture
    If you get close enough you can read the scripture
    It reads money cash hoes how real was that nigga what

    [Chorus: (repeat 2X)]

    Money cash hoes money cash hoes (WHAT)
    Money cash hoes money cash hoes (UHH)
    Money cash hoes money cash hoes (COME ON)
    Money cash hoes (WHAT) hoes (WHAT) hoes (WHAT)

    Flavors robust platinum and gold touch
    Y'all rap now, fast money lets slow it up
    Niggaz try to stop Jay-Z to no luck
    Roc-A-Fella foreva CEO what what
    Us the villains, fuck your feelings
    While yall playa hate we in the upper millions
    Whats the dealings (huh) its like New York's been soft
    Ever since Snoop came through and crushed the buildings
    I'm tryin to restore the feelings fuck the lord keep dealing
    More money more cash more chilling
    I know they gone criticize the hook on this song
    Like I give a fuck I'm just a crook on this song
    Bed-Stuy Brooknon took on the world
    Shit I led a life you can write a book on
    Sex murder and mayhem romance for the street
    Man and I tell ya itll be the best seller

    [Chorus: (2X)]


    D-M-X and my dogs bite
    Jigga my nigga rhyme all night
    Thugs for life one night with this rap shit
    Let em go and I bet they know what'll happen
    When we clap shit
    Actin like we owe em something
    Then we show em something
    Talk greasy I think they found em down the road or something
    Fuckin wit a madman in a bad mood
    Its like fuckin wit a mad dog that wasnt fed food
    And the only thing thats stoppin him is you
    Cause the only thing that he'll be droppin is you
    Topic include; choppin in two
    Drop it to Clue and the response from the street
    This was one dog that loves raw meat
    But gettin back to just cause I, love my niggaz
    I shed blood, for my niggaz
    Let a nigga holler where my niggaz
    All I'ma hear is right here my nigga

    [Chorus: (2X)]
    Roc-A-Fella shit uhhuh
    Ruff Ryders
    My nigga Swizz
    Uhhuh uhhuh
    Dont stop biatch
    Uhhuh yeah
    Inspect the game yo

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