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Money Made Me Crazy

[Young Buck:]
Yes
Outlawz, C-Bo, Ca$hville Records niggas
Yeah

[Verse 1:]
Homie don`t make me grip this shotty
And rip your body
I`ve been feelin` like a villan
I can teach you the game like Mr. Miyagi
Wax on, wax off got me sippin` the Saki
We keep one hundred, no hidden agendas
Do this for political prisoners, doin` they sentences
They locked my cousin Bo up for murder on wax
Now they tryin` to indict me sayin` my lyrics is crack
Be the one who pick the pepper for one last round
Alot of rappers fell down
We steadily climb
Speakin` of this, you should close your eyes
Visualize
If another one of us fall, another soldier `gon ride
Outlawz don`t die, its way deeper than the flesh
Just feel it in your bones, its grippin` to your chest
Its that ghetto gospel
With a mobste`rs roster
Yo Buck, don`t worry about shit homie, we got you

[Chorus:]
Its that ghetto gospel street shit
Ya don`t want no beef bitch
Ca$hville
Get your cap peeled
This is where we creep shit
We all hustlin` around here
We all grindin` around here
322 better be comin` down around here

[Verse 2:]
My Tommy my homie my hood is the ghetto
Yeah i`m holdin` it down cause see, i`m good with that metal
My stash open
I`m hopin`
That they tempt me to poke him
Start locin`
With this 40 cal in my hand that i`m jokin`
Last man standin`, death he `gon meet him with his eyes open
After E.D. hit him, you don`t believe them dimes smokin`?

[Verse 3:]
This thug life forever so get it clicked up
Vice Lords, Dees up them snipers get your picks up
Ride on `em
And if he snitchin` open fire on him
Pick him out the game cause Raymond retired homie
Give him a little protein
Flip him over and feed him some O like he a dope fiend
And i`m a killa, a black gorilla, a part Panther
Frontline of the Crips so yeah i`m part bastard
I dare a nigga to sweat me boy, I part caskets
Make ya hood be duckin` plastic

[Chorus:]
Its that ghetto gospel street shit
Ya don`t want no beef bitch
Ca$hville
Get your cap peeled
This is where we creep shit
We all hustlin` around here
We all grindin` around here
322 better be comin` down around here

[Verse 4:]
I`m heavily focused my mind on cash
Tryin` to make it out the streets how much longer can I last?
I got connections in the game I can`t speak on
And high powered niggas with bandanas wanting me gone
And shit crumbling
Our shit finally bubbling
They think we owe something I can`t see me even fuckin` with `em
I made a dime in this game and I ain`t even get my dick wet
I ain`t sittin` on no tickets
But I bomb off respect
I didn`t want credit, now I don`t even use it
Could`ve been rich off dope, but I rather give hope to music
Shit ain`t crazy, but hip hop ain`t dead
Now country niggas gettin` bread
This is an amazing movement they know its a wrap
Buck, Bo, The Lawz, 615 back to back
This is an amazing movement they know its a wrap
Buck, Bo, The Lawz, 615 scrap for scrap

[Bridge:]
Thug niggas don`t die
We only multiply
Thug niggas don`t die
We only multiply
Thug niggas don`t die
We only multiply
Thug niggas don`t die
Put your fingers in the sky

[Young Buck:]
Yeah whats up niggas?
Yeah Outlawz, C-Bo, 615 we got this rap shit bitches
So holla nigga
And before I say anything else, we got money to nigga
So what it is?
Yeah
Roll something up nigga
C-Bo
ha ha
I see you nigga
Yeah
The streets know what it is alright?
So anyone that talk to much
615 ha ha
Oh man
Damn
I know they see what we doin`
Yeah

Date Added: 2018-08-20
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