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Dead, dead
I want 'em all dead
Ha!
Ayo, they left me for dead
Amongst the roaches and the maggots
I can still remember shovels, spillin' dirt up off this bastard
I waited for an answer, but God ain't call
I'm hearin' demons and the devils and the shots they call
They want Crack, I hopped up out the casket, that's it
Time for some action, consequences very tragic
I call my crew the dark side, we all ride
Keep them other crews runnin', runnin' like the Pharcyde
Triple black Louis V's provided by the Sudanese
Walkin' through the desert, conversatin' like it's you and me
Kanye shrug, paparazzi takin' pictures
See it in my mugshots, mob boss slash killer
Triple beam entrepreneur, deliver only pure
The world's only cure, fiends keep fiendin' more
Crack
Crack, crack, crack, crack
Ha!
Wake up every mornin', same motherfuckin' time
Thinkin' money, gettin' money, got money on my mind
Four-five on my hip, nine on the other side
Thinkin' money, take money, make money all the time
Middle finger to the sky, screamin', "Fuck the other side"
Thinkin' money, gettin' money, got money on my mind
Get money, get money, get money
PC's filled with leeches, strategic moves
To capture niggas for the deeds we do
And the cars we drive, red Ferrari, California
On my way to Arizona, Mexicano at the border
I used to play the corner, Blair Witch on a nigga
Dump your body in the woods, dare snitch on a nigga
Listen, black mask, black gloves, rope, and duct tape
Put you where the spare tire be at, trunk space
Can heaven be just a distant memory?
They say you live a fast life, the death will come eventually
Maybe in my past life, I wasn't listenin'
'Cause it's the fuck the police, judges, P.O.'s, and the witnesses
Erroneous charge and that bologna broad
Another day in the life, another bitch to menage
Crack
Crack, crack, crack
Ha!
Wake up every mornin', same motherfuckin' time
Thinkin' money, gettin' money, got money on my mind
Four-five on my hip, nine on the other side
Thinkin' money, take money, make money all the time
Middle finger to the sky, screamin', "Fuck the other side"
Thinkin' money, gettin' money, got money on my mind
Get money, get money, get money
Crack, coca, baby
Reportin' live from the motherfuckin' desert, nigga
Brushin' the motherfuckin' dirt off my clothes
You see death in my eyes, nigga?
I got the AR-15 and I won't hesitate to kill a nigga
Get money, get money, get money
Can't keep runnin' away
Cool & Dre on this one, bitches
Absolutely
Absolutely, nigga
Get money, get money, get money