B.A.R.T - Thug Money lyrics

*(Ager Man & Bart)* Mobb life mutha f**a! (It's Mobbin life) Eh man is this that Blunt Funk? (That One Step Beyond bombation sh**) Yeah (You know what I'm sayin'? 3 Times mutha f**in' Krazy n***a! Where the f**in' money?! Where the f**in' money n***a?! (Blunt Funk entertainment. You know what I'm sayin' b**h?) Verse 1 *(Bart of 3X Krazy)* I hits the block walk wit a Tech A zip in my pocket 350 rocket to get up out of the cases Move, get away cleanest if the po-po's try to beat us For the funk won't leave you breathin' I've been married since a fetus 3 Tia fo Lia! (3 Times for life) The 100 blocks got it sewed Put your lips in my business and get them mutha f**as mowed My game is to be sold No s**as when I roll You comin' at me crazy juss to get yo lips swole like pop gum Givin' up lumps and bumps so I'm non-stop When I dumpin' hot ones out the drop Pull around and get you mopped Put the Mobb against a series of haters Tied up in a knot wit instigators Start speakin' fo playas I got my front porch sewed up The feds chasin' Through the back roots, cuts an stretch I got no time for no patience Keek hittin' fences A-G bailin' through the trees I was keyed So it's basic that you make it on your tee's n***a! Uh Chorus *(3X Krazy)* 4x The Thug Money The drug money The mud money, bet yo blood, and it's stuff under the rug money Verse 2 *(Ager Man of 3X Krazy)* Smokin' some of that green dope smashin' through the East 5-0 couldn't even catch where I was in the Chevy wit hella speed Hopped up out my vehic Seen cops hidin' in the trees Slapped my mutha f**in' Mac-10 cuz them P.D.'s they will bleed In my back pocket is a Radio Shack C.B Watchin' my back be lil Steve, signal me when they leave Cuz n***as ain't goin' down no mo' For the 9-6 f** the 4 f** off fully both of they doe Wit nitro gas for the murda show Get to they shop, and hit the back door Some of you n***as don't really know Real k**as don't need a, 4-4 to make that n***as, head blow Put bombs in his pick up I bet ya'll n***as won't see him no mo' Cuz when that mutha f**a blow No come back, everybody gonna go Verse 3 *(Keek Tha Sneek of 3X Krazy)* For the Thug Money They jack a n***a for nothin' I be leavin' you dead in the alley This k** a 5-0 Cali For the 9-6 These woody-wood all in my mix Bust a n***a upside his head for arguin' wit a b**h I think I'm tired of these woodies So I gathered up a million n***as And burned them Big Willies Straps! I need to find some fullys And a gang that is sure to clean your crowd Pistol let off repeated Immediatey Black and white drop ridin' through the spot And tryin' to stop my flow, cash So I gotta get that a** They radioed a rigg up So I'm on feet like ??? Plus I'm a getaway Tell the crew, put my sh** away Change my description And fired up a C.F.A Crooked cop came I-LL-A Everythang went on thugs in the O-A f**in' K They, know the A They ended D The enemy And these house n***as, and peckerwoods harra**in' me So I'm harra**in' back Hot on the roof top wit my gat f**in' blast it! Splat! Suspect he dressed in black I Left 'em layin' flat Ghetto bird don't know where I'm at Tucked under And sneakin' on another f**in' task money *(Chorus)* 4x Verse 4 *(Richie Rich)* ]From the cradle to the gravin' Misbehavin' Like a f**in' stowaway Trunk full of throw-aways Glocks Tech's AP's Mac's f** wit 'ol skool Richie Rich you get you a** taxed n***a Hitler was a k**er Frank War was a mack For all my years in the game I got so many gats n***a It's for the race war Don't wanna face more n***as than I can handle Blowin' 'em out like candles Have you ever seen a n***a work a thirty-eight For the, drug money To stuff under the rug money Rich and 3 Times n***as thought it wrong It's Blunt Funk for the scratch Once again it's on I hate to k**, but I will for the skrill Into my section, for the leathal injection AK-47, hundred round gas-aholic Smokin' these clips and can't call it n***a! *(Chorus)* 4x n***a!