D-Gotti - Mash for Cash lyrics

[Hook] Mash for cash, trying to overload the stash Boy your gun gon let your mouth, overload your a** Now f** 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 a** Get smashed write a check, that your a** cash Don't let your mouth, overload your a** Get smashed write a check, that your a** 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 sh** You get your hoe a** kicked, or hit with a sixty round clip Better close hem loose lips, or get smacked like a hoe n***as accurate, cause E heart ain't black no mo' It's Wreckshop motherf**er, so keep that plex Now f** 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 n***a take mine Want some good advice, better get your a** 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 n***as scream k**a, 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 f** 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 n***a, who keep it underground Who make the whole town, lay the f** down Don't let your mouth overload your an*s, you ain't famous Mob sh** fa sho', you can't tame us I'm riding with my sh** off safety, you n***as wanna chase me Then run up fool, I hope to God you don't make me Get my k**as and ride, too much chaos for you to hide 4-5 between your eyes, ain't no way to survive I got k**as 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 n***as ain't no b**h 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 n***a, with the army brigade It's Wreckshop no guessing, we tearing holes for testing And f** any n***a you impressing, with that sh** you stressing [Hook]