[Styles P]
Yeah (yeah, D-Block)
We ain't gon' talk this much this year, "Time is Money" ^!$$%

We'll talk "After Taxes" (Sheek Louch)
There's a science to our %#@! ^!$$% (you know this)
We love each other muh'$#&@er

We'll die for each other, %#@! is real muh'$#&@er

{MARIO!!!}


I'm from a place where they die for a dollar bill
Some ^!$$%z get rich, most ^!$$%z just go to jail

^!$$%z in the hood, hit %#@! and they know it's real
Either get, life or some dough for the blow you sell
Which make me a hard fellow, paint the Benz the color of Caramellos

Sky blue and dark yellow, chillin in Palm Meadows
Tryin to get some M's in my hand
Can't see the picture need to look again or get your camera a lens

It's the game, who the $#&@ let the amateurs win
I hit the wind, time to sin, pick my man up at ten
He said P (whattup dawg) get the GT if you damaged the Benz

It ain't the money it's respect that make me man of the men
He said dollars is important to ^!$$%z
I told him holla let him earn it we extortin them ^!$$%z (hahaha)

Straight bodies, no slippin, no court for them ^!$$%z
Suck my dick, is the only words I offer them ^!$$%z
It's a new day and age, when I die throw {?} in my grave

And tell my ^!$$%z in the cage I wasn't able to save
Sometimes the streets get the best out of men, they got a cell for you
Crackers tryin to stretch out the pen, I go to hell for you

See like the eyes on the pyramids
They offer ^!$$%z death, cause they see they got fear of it
Shoot ^!$$%z in the head cause it's just an experiment

He said he was a thug to see his blood so they smearin it
What?


(D-Block ^!$$%) Muh'$#&@er
%#@! is crazy (You know what time it is)
Yeah (We ain't $#&@in talkin too much this year)

I'm starvin ^!$$% (!#@* ^!$$%z)
It's my turn, "Time is Money"
Poobs we out


{Forget about it Mario}