, God, keep your sword sharp (Eastside, Westside) Get that money, God, keep your sword sharp (1-2-3-4) [U-God] Blood money mercenaries, think you can
cancel 'em out Son, I've seen hell, fell into the palms of Satan arms Don that I am made 'em bow in the face of God Graveyard Shifting, different day,
X) [Verse Two: U-God] Yo, super freak physique. like Raphael Saadiq Baby love the ganja leaf, everday of the week Super friends wake up, deluxe gourmet
all versions)] Yo, roll the dice, yo roll the dice Yo, so it's going down like that, huh? Yeah? Niggaz is whylin, check it out kid From the slums of
Get that money, God, keep your sword sharp (Eastside, Westside) Get that money, God, keep your sword sharp (1-2-3-4) [U-God] Blood money mercenaries,
Man) [U-God] Countdown... Are you ready? Are you mad inside? Got you strapped down to your seats Outta the doorway, bullets ripped, full clip God speed
the mini time piece, pretty nine squeak The echo travels the city night streets [U-God] Yeah, hit-hit new release, guaranteed to hit the streets Rhyme
my lonely with the God Varamus If you barkin at us, we dump shells I dent em and bend em and dead em and send em to Hell! You'll probly yell! you should
shit, Man I remember when that nigga used to be ridin? in that fucked up ass pontiac And that shit was god damn sittin? outside He had it posted up like
load it up and ima cock it back knock yo bottles all up off the track I came through the front door and out the back And on my way out shit i laid you
' make sure anybody out there breathin' gon' be bleedin' Everybody out there leakin' then we leavin' We get away, car parked in a dark alley (Yeap) Just cut up
roll hops You try to flex bang another nigga drops You gotta deal with this 'cause there's no way out Why? Cash money ain't never gonna play out I got
Put out my foot on his line and leave him burnt up cookin Yeah I break off off my heat 'cause when I'm in the streets And I hit these streets I'ma keep
So. Still Reppin West Side Till I Go. Cicero Roll All Way Back To Da Fo. When U Use To Post Up At The Green Sto. With My Niggaz Up On Da Block, Waitin
slip up, Wet up one of them Po-Po's, the Bone, Bone won't let a me duck, Lil' B won't set up, wet up, get 'em on the get up, Bone won't let up (Chorus
