Sauce Money What's That, Fuck That lyrics

Y'all muthafuckas is sadly mistaken, I think
I don't really think y'all understand, what it is that I exactly do
I make joints for the radio and all that, you know 'm sayin'?
But this is my shit right here, yo
We can just get right to it, hope they can fuck with it

I can make joints all day, never touch a average
Sauce, hot shit, ain't nothin' but a marriage
Skills that I possess, niggas die to have it
Hip-hop muthafucka, I rap like a savage

Automatics for faggots who brag about fabrics
Mad blood on your carriage, no love for you addict
I roast all y'all niggas, homicide closed, die most
It's suicide fuckin' with me, try toast
Fuck cats talkin' first class but fly coach

The laugh is over, Mr. Half-A-Soda
You're at your quota, I'm halfway to Minnesota
The seat 1a sippin' a ice cold [unverified] Momossa [unverified]

Never sober, when I awake, I can make a wish
Head from the bitch servant or steak and fish
Arouse my meat till I'm sound asleep
Gettin brain surgery at 33,000 feet

A nigga knocked out till I hit the ground and creeped
Limo, five star hotel and a suite
Once earnin' I come turnin' for cunt squirmin'
Bitches who front learnin', yearnin' to keep the blunt burnin'

Niggas pop shit, war, peace, what's that?
I'm goin' to war with my niggas, I love that
Show me the baddest chick, I'ma touch that
I bust a slug first

Niggas pop shit, war, peace, what's that?
I'm goin' to war with my niggas, I love that
Show me the baddest chick, I'ma touch that
I bust a slug first

Part II to the rec off, son, get your check on
Check off, cats better step off or get stepped on
Niggas I pump lead creepin' on me
Put your head to bed for sleepin' on me

What, a hiphop legend with gut
22 bitches and my wife in the cut?
Fuck that, weak niggas blaze em up
Where all my Marcy muthafuckas at?
(Raise 'em up)

Half rock diamonds the size of glaciers, what?
Other half rock vests and spit razors up
I'm a major nut who used to lay 'em out
Get head but let my man fuck em and play em out

Pushed my name up, '99 got my aim up
Shit ain't bein' handled correctly, changed up
Never looked in haste, but I shook the place
Can't defend your click, why you took the case?


Cats get shook with AIDS, nines and fives
Double fours, tear gas, infrareds and knives
Anything to survive, like how a vulture get
'Stayin alive', John Travolta shit

I toast your click, disrespect what you supposed to get
Your homebase, yawnin' next to a sculptured dick
I got the most focussed click, it's hopeless, bitch
Sauce Money keep the dopest hits

Niggas pop shit, war, peace, what's that?
I'm goin' to war with my niggas, I love that
Show me the baddest chick, I'ma touch that
I bust a slug first

Niggas pop shit, war, peace, what's that?
I'm goin' to war with my niggas, I love that
Show me the baddest chick, I'ma touch that
I bust a slug first

Here's some inspiration for all you slackers
I used to work in the mailroom, pushin' cars for bastards
They had the nicest muthafucka changin' water and shit
Lookin' through a supply book, orderin' shit

It never really hit me until I thought of the shit
My muthafuckin' pay close to borderin' shit
I thought about runnin' off with a bitch
Until I picked up a microphone and started slaughterin' shit

Reputation grew, niggas on my dick
Then I got real brand new and wrote a hit
3 million sold, baby, still chillin', when it's cold
Sauce don't change, only money fold
Fuck y'all, the easiest way to word it
Public broadcast, fuck who heard it

All that slick shit is gonna get you murdered
Nothin' to fear except fear itself, I'm here to help
Come with niggas, run with niggas
Have fun with niggas, hold guns with niggas
See the sun with niggas, shoot fair ones with niggas
Subtract from the sum when I'm done with niggas

Niggas pop shit, war, peace, what's that?
I'm goin' to war with my niggas, I love that
Show me the baddest chick, I'ma touch that
I bust a slug first

Niggas pop shit, war, peace, what's that?
I'm goin' to war with my niggas, I love that
Show me the baddest chick, I'ma touch that
I bust a slug first

2000 shit, Legend, Marley Marl
Sauce muthafuckin'
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