sauce money – love & war lyrics
i heard a rumor in the street, m-th-f-cka was gifted
up and comin’ n-gg- might need to get with
one cat from bk, put him on your hit list
sauce money, fat n-gg- rip sh-t
heard him on a clue? tape loved the way he kicked it
all of a sudden mad labels on his d-ck
but m-th-f-ckas who bit it but couldn’t fight it forget it
couldn’t write it or spit it ’cause they couldn’t f-ck with it
then the puff sh-t happened, the whole sh-t shifted
tribute to biggie, god bless your spirit
made a mark, now we need a place for the n-gg-
marcy son, faced off with jigga
now he only spittin’ for cars that’s kitted
convicted felons and m-th-f-ckas acquitted
never for foul snitches but those who style riches
ghetto crack sellin’ pros and buck-wild b-tches
first thing they wanna know, ‘what’s f-ckin’ with this sh-t?’
jay-z told ’em, look how many he sold ’em
’99’s my time to shine and control ’em
spread ones with sons, guns, i still hold ’em
f-ck the law, this is what’s in store
when the alb-m drop, we gon’ rush the floor
i tell ’em hit it, every song, come on, we all spit it
get on with it, with all my n-gg-s screamin’, ‘we did it’
love and war, thugs and wh-r-s
nickel-plated nines, three-pound-sevens and four-fours
we about to flow, blow, stack dough
on the low, forever shine, n-gg-s better know
they call me money-earner, received more blows than tina turner
like the top of the stove, sauce keep a burner
release somethin’ that’ll heat your sternum
flow the sickest, take a aids patient a whole week to learn ’em
so precise, got beef with surgeons
feel naked without profanity, every sentence keep a curse in
nothin’ is bound to touchin’ my sound
the consensus in the street, he ain’t f-ckin’ around
got a lot of sh-t to pop two things when it drop
m-th-f-ckas gonna cop and n-gg-s will get shot
but this is just for the record, though
n-gg-s will get naked slow
if your heat c-cked, check it, yo
no sh-t, squeeze till your hammer go click
f-ck these lame-brawl mc’s, they all blow d-ck
i’m the capital s a u c e
better clap at the best way when you see me, n-gg-
love and war, thugs and wh-r-s
nickel-plated nines, three-pound-sevens and four-fours
we about to flow, blow, stack dough
on the low, forever shine, n-gg-s better know
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