[Memphis Bleek] Yea.. serious sh**.. [Record scratch] Aiyyo, this time it's for my family, we ride or die It's in the blood til the d**h, now aim for the sky My fo' blow for sure, for dough, for own land.. [Record scratch] It's money, d**, and hot slugs It's money, d**, and hot slugs [Street Scholar] It's money, d**, and hot slugs [R O C] It's money, d**, and hot slugs [Memphis Bleek] n***as said I can't do it Funny I done it The album is here, now who the f** want it? I let n***as eat now I'm here to collect I admit they tried, but they ain't rep correct Now the dinner table's set and it's my time to eat Don't even wipe your mouth, get up, be out! Don't let the cars fool you, or the j**elry blind you My life's the realest n***a, I should write me a novel This for them broads that'll hold me down And my n***as on the Internet that download my style And my dog in line in at chow Just bangin with his walkman playin me loud And the n***a with that plate Choppin them grams, him and his man Listening to music that they understand And that white boy goin to college He don't know about the ghetto but know how to hold metal Them white boys, they'll shoot sh** up They can listen to this sh**, I don't give two f**s But back to it, sippin on that Cognac fluid In the Porsche, burnin the conduit This is ride music, get high music That M dot, hot supply music That's the answer, life's like cancer I thought I told y'all n***as I'm serious! [Record scratch] It's money, d**, and hot slugs, you know Bleek