• I Don't Give a Fuck
  • Money, Power, & Respect
  • If You Think I'm Jiggy
  • Ryde or Die, Bitch
  • Recognize
  • We'll Always Love Big Poppa
  • All For The Love
  • Livin' The Life
  • Faded (feat. Tyler Woods)
  • blood pressure
  • Money, Power, Respect
  • Wild Out
  • I Wanna Thank You
  • Not To Be Fucked With
  • Bitches From Eastwick
  • breathe easy
  • Fuck You
  • Get This $
  • Goin' Be Some Shit
  • Money, Power & Respect
  • Y'All Fucked Up Now
  • Felony Niggas
  • Everybody Wanna Rat
  • Money, Power & Respect (Feat. DMX & Lil' Kim)
  • Scream L.O.X.
  • Dirty Ryders
  • We Are The Streets
  • Bring It On
  • Built For Bodies (Skit)
  • Intro (Skit)
  • can i live
  • Yonkers Tale
  • Rape'N U Records (Skit)
  • We're Back
  • Go Head
  • The Heist (Part I)
  • Can't Stop, Won't Stop
  • Talk About It
  • The Snitch (Interlude)
  • So Right
  • Mad Rapper (Interlude)
  • The Set-Up (Interlude)
  • U Told Me
  • Brains... (Take: 1) (Skit)
  • dope money
  • Love Me or Leave Me Alone
  • If You Know
  • Money Power Respect
  • The Interview
  • Three Kings (feat. Dyce Payne)

Hey yo, it's fucked up, in your right hand
Flash his badge with his left hand on some Donnie Brascoe shit
Forget about it, made men, should hang with made men
Not the wife and children, that's when rats come in

It be your girl in the parlor, talking like shit rich
And next to her, gettin' her nails done is your enemy's bitch
Now you stuck 'cuz she in there, leaking, speaking
Not knowing, she being followed on the decan

Niggas talk to feds like, it's a sport
Lord, forbid the head nigga get caught
And watch the whole family tree break down, faster than you thought
I watch the nigga with my own eyes get knocked, no doubt

Next week he outside front, how he get out?
Now that's guapo, nigga moved his family talk [Incomprehensible]
Mexico for safety you get twist for that sammy shit
Thinking that you threw with the feds and all that

That's when they got you, just like that kid from Strapped
I stay clear to mumblers who mumble to the cops
Brick fumblers who just want a nigga popped
But the only thing I pop is my burners in the dark

Yo, it's like that cha'll, time to stack y'all
Nowadays everybody wanna rat cha'll
And it don't even matter where you at cha'll
When the feds come and get you, that's that cha'll

It's like that cha'll, time to stack y'all
Nowadays everybody wanna rat cha'll
And it don't even matter where you at cha'll
When the feds come and get you, that's that cha'll

Fake lieuteno on a sing, make a demo
Switch up ya ammo, fill out the memo
Now, you got the dogs locked up in the kennel
Rat, talking to the cops like that
On a 3-4 P, you can't cop like that

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