Bloody 'Em Up

Yeah, man I'm out here Stacking my paper All the way to the end Fuck that, I ain't got no friends My friends is killa, nigga If you gettin' money Yeah I'm gettin' money Bloody 'em up What 'chu doin' out here? Step in my way Tryin' to get some papers, tryin' to get some scribble I don't know what 'chu doin' But you know what? Check this out, I got a question for ya Tell me if you really gettin' money to blow Keepin' it low Takin' it slow Ownin' the flow Drowsy off the drow Ain't been a rappa like me since 2Pac signed with death row I'm all about my cash Papers stuffed in my stash Police chase, burn, lie, crash In my car goin' fast If you really gettin' money throw them bills in the air And tell them playa hatin' bitches that ya just don't care Get ya money, get ya cheese, get ya snaps whateva Work the skirp until it hurt, puttin' work on whoeva Wheneva it's all about the cheese Never had to take the squeeze Tried to put these bitches down to they knees Bitch please If ya talkin' bout stoppin' my cheese I shoot MC And kill all my enemies I stay on a set in the summa, never rest in the winta I'm tryna get fool proof breakfast and dinna I'm that greedy nigga, ya need me nigga To make ya see figures D-A-M-E niggas It's hell in the ghetto but I'm a God in the streets I love and hate this game, it's bittersweet Ya need to know the niggas to fuck with All my money makas like to get up off it, fuck it Tell me if you really got those bricks to flip The form with the chip The heat on ya hip The blunt in ya lip Two o's on ya whip Wanted in chamba for danga if a stranga trip Keepin' a extra clip to spit, red rum I sip Bloody ya ass up for bringin' the bullshit Unloaded the full clip, pull quick then hit Mash off, smash off, CD still don't skip Bump this in ya trunk to motivate ya I'm on some kickin' in shit fo' the paper This time it's wicked High grind to get it Mastamind, don't let me get Tech 9 wit it Don't make me bloody 'em up Is he a dummy or what? Stack it, wrap it and bundle it up Hey yo hold tight I'm shootin' muthafuckas on sight I make 'em scream, make 'em seem like the muthafuckin' skylight Mo' serious than a mone bite Beat yo ass with a mic Would it be like? From Detroit, the Crown Heights Whereever I go I carry the pipe Whetha you're black or white I smoke yo ass, fuck a fist fight