Styles P - Man of the Men lyrics

[Styles P] Yeah (yeah, D-Block) We ain't gon' talk this much this year, "Time is Money" n***a We'll talk "After Taxes" (Sheek Louch) There's a science to our sh** n***a (you know this) We love each other muh'f**er We'll die for each other, sh** is real muh'f**er {MARIO!!!} I'm from a place where they die for a dollar bill Some n***as get rich, most n***as just go to jail n***as in the hood, hit sh** and they know it's real Either get, life or some dough for the blow you sell Which make me a hard fellow, paint the Benz the color of Caramellos Sky blue and dark yellow, chillin in Palm Meadows Tryin to get some M's in my hand Can't see the picture need to look again or get your camera a lens It's the game, who the f** let the amateurs win I hit the wind, time to sin, pick my man up at ten He said P (whattup dawg) get the GT if you damaged the Benz It ain't the money it's respect that make me man of the men He said dollars is important to n***as I told him holla let him earn it we extortin them n***as (hahaha) Straight bodies, no slippin, no court for them n***as s** my dick, is the only words I offer them n***as It's a new day and age, when I die throw {?} in my grave And tell my n***as in the cage I wasn't able to save Sometimes the streets get the best out of men, they got a cell for you Crackers tryin to stretch out the pen, I go to hell for you See like the eyes on the pyramids They offer n***as d**h, cause they see they got fear of it Shoot n***as in the head cause it's just an experiment He said he was a thug to see his blood so they smearin it What? (D-Block n***a) Muh'f**er sh** is crazy (You know what time it is) Yeah (We ain't f**in talkin too much this year) I'm starvin n***a (fu*k n***as) It's my turn, "Time is Money" Poobs we out {Forget about it Mario}