Mash for Cash

[Hook] Mash for cash, trying to overload the stash Boy your gun gon let your mouth, overload your ass Now fuck a ski mask, bare faced and we blast We hit your cuts light it up, then we dash Don't let your mouth, overload your ass Get smashed write a check, that your ass cash Don't let your mouth, overload your ass Get smashed write a check, that your ass can't cash [E.S.G.] Now Lord help this G, the ten commandments I done broke one Went out my way with a AK, had to smoke one We tote guns, E.S.G. got plenty You got beef that's weak, you best to leave it at Wendy's Endo and henny, got my brain set confused Tear drop tattoo, bout to get some blood on my shoes But fool you lose, trying to play that punky Suge Knight shit You get your hoe ass kicked, or hit with a sixty round clip Better close hem loose lips, or get smacked like a hoe Niggas accurate, cause E heart ain't black no mo' It's Wreckshop motherfucker, so keep that plex Now fuck a vest, gattling gun and tear a hole in your chest A bloody mess what's next, you won't see me no mo' SKS with a scope, when you see E oooh Cause hoes you know and I know, can't nan nigga take mine Want some good advice, better get your ass back across that state line [Hook] [D-Gotti] Lord forgive me, I done seen had to take a man's life Another victim of genocide, I'm talking black on black crime Wonder formaldehyde, 14 young when I did it Most niggas scream killa, but D-Gotti he live it I admit it I was wrong, but life goes on Head stone under my belt, gotta deal with it till I'm gone It started out Monday morning, on my way to high school Got out my do' and then some hoes, some stolen merchandising too Bending Screw out the do', Polo to the feet Beep beep goes my pager, 911 emergency That's my T. hell cream, backdo' on my way Into the house do' kicked down, and tears running down her face Police done wrecked the place, but the merchandise I bought It's my fault but I'm like fuck it, he gotta pay the cost Had to take a walk, with my nine on my side We bumped heads I'm steaming hot, he talking down I open fire [Hook] [Double D] Who got the hardest beats around nigga, who keep it underground Who make the whole town, lay the fuck down Don't let your mouth overload your anus, you ain't famous Mob shit fa sho', you can't tame us I'm riding with my shit off safety, you niggas wanna chase me Then run up fool, I hope to God you don't make me Get my killas and ride, too much chaos for you to hide 4-5 between your eyes, ain't no way to survive I got killas in fo' states, and I'll alert em at will That way you can't do no shows, without you getting your cap pealed For real, cause niggas ain't no bitch in me I got the blood of a G, running thick through me And I'm aiming for head shots, there ain't no games to be played You in the war field nigga, with the army brigade It's Wreckshop no guessing, we tearing holes for testing And fuck any nigga you impressing, with that shit you stressing [Hook]