Better get that dollar (Dollar) Better get that cheddar (Cheddar) Better get that money (Money) Better get that dough (Yo!)
Mike Watts
(Uh) Where my niggas at? Fly bitches and my pagers at? Prisoners, where you biddin' at? Playboy, I'm just a mack/ Peep game analyze, what a thorough nigga did for cash/ Told ya'll how to pay the crib and stack/ Show'd ya how to roll four, five, six in trench, get rich and crack/ Now you wanna do a cinthy act? Young boy, till you see me throw the clip in gat/ Then a nigga wanna sit and chat, no dyin'/ Nigga Mike so nice, I could sell weed at a coke price/ Take a nigga ho twice/ Spit flames from a burna, still comin' with mo' ice/ No love, cold thug, .38 slug/ You'd a let you take thug/ Tell his man "Get the cake up" or getta fuckin hole in his head, he'd be dead when he wake up/ To throw rock and Jacobs, put a bitch on the block high heels and some make-up/ Cat Z watch me get my cheese, collect g's in the mornin when I wake up/ Girl, ya S-E-X-Y, so holla at the nigga Mike W-A double T-S/ I...
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Jiz Nickelz
They call me Mr. J-I-Z N-I-C-K-L the E to the Z/ 3 style when you see me, poppin' shots at the paparazzi, live on the TV/ On a blocks when you see me, D-Block be high, swing high in the cheat sheet/ Detox for the linkey/ That sherm that fried that PCP'z/ Then my nigga Mike set me free, little refugee 5'8" wit a tech to squeeze, gonna rot in hell with no burnt to sell/ Steady bombin on the rest of these/ Now I'm brushin' my shoulders off, so fresh so clean when I'm closin' the Lotus' doors/ I'm a souljah dog, with a gat so mean it'd take a nigga shoulder off, I'm rotten/ Doin' 90 on the back alley/ Side arm, I'm firin'/ Fuck a pig and a siren/ When I'm poppin' and eyein' coppers are dyin/ We gettin' bitches, my nigga/ We gettin' cheddar/ We pimpin' and hustlin' bustin' them motherfuckin; Burettas in, in...
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Bizzy Bone
Better get your paper, paper/ We callin' police haters/ Bizzy Bone, I'm fresh up out of the county/ Watch records, them playas, keep callin' me Mr. Mansion/ Slide the money, get a villa down in Hampton/ Rock the riverboat, shake 'em up gamblin'/ 7'11, get a bottle when I'm laughin'/ Ya'll don't really wanna see me in a tantrum 'cause (?)/ Oh shit, I think I scored/ Touch down, ya'll need a be dancin'/ Ride the rhythm with a nigga from the murderous streets, uh, with a heat, get popped in the kitchen/ Plenty ammunition, to keep in the cockpit/ Gonna bust on through your cartilage/ Got ribbons, touched 'cause I'm livin'/ Eminem is the best, is you kidding? You gotta be 'cause ain't nobody hot as me/ 'Specially when I get other niggas startin' rappin' kinda differently/ Back to the money in the ghetto with the dummies/ And I'm smokin' lovely... Better watch yo' back 'cause these jackets just might try to touch me