Inspectah Deck - It's Not a Game lyrics

Yo, they never catch Cash flippin' or catch Cash diggin' In his stash, for his last, while these f*g hags listen I, cash that cooking, I fast like, put it in the bag Flip the crack til that f*g a** listen, if Cash need cash fast, listen, it's so bad It's no mag, when I let the mack blast hit him Then I'mma make a black bag fit him And casket every cat I catch with it, like I bag fast with 'em And you can feel a back draft with him I empty the clip, but don't trip, but you can catch tags with him I'm glad that they mad, cats flipped them The black make that a** dash with 'em, or that a** grasp for them I pa** like, gas in a Jag', flap drippin' And with stash in the dash, leave his f*g a** limpin' Stagged cause he bagged that sh**ting I'd rather have the last laugh rather then ever to laugh with him