Sauce Money - Hands on the Pump lyrics

[Intro: DJ KaySlay] Yeah it's DJ KaySlay the Drama King I'm in the house with my n***a Sauce Money Memphis Bleek, holdin it down from the East coast And from the West, I got my n***a Game All you b**h-a** n***as, y'all better fall the f** back Y'all know how this sh** is about to go down Yo homie, what's your name? [Sauce Money] My name is Money, that much is true Listen up, this what I'm gon' do I won't wait for you to get a lil' bigger I hit you with the tec-9, lil' n***a Look at him - red as a muh'f**er Hah! Dead as a muh'f**er Una**isted - aiyyo you shoulda Been there Bleek, too late, you missed it co*k back my biscuit Like a fat chick and chocolate, I can't resist it Didn't believe you, so for your big ol' ego I got a big ol' Eagle Gotta give the people Not a f**in chance to see you inside the sequel Son I stay stuck in rude So when they see me comin they like, "Damn, here come this f**in dude!" You know'm sayin Memph'? Brooklyn what's up? Got to take this sh** back Let's hit 'em with the hook son [Hook: Memphis Bleek] Sawed-off shotgun, hand on the pump Sippin that Arme', puffin on a blunt All I know is my sh** better bump La la la la la-la la lahhhh [Memphis Bleek] What, yo yo You know Bleek always smokin that "La La La" - you right Groupies they be actin too crazy, tell 'em they too hype They want leave with a G like Eas' Educated the bullsh**, got a degree in these streets But - I dare a n***a act all crazy The tec'll tear his back all crazy And you know I stay bent off the Arme' Regardless if solo or I'm deep with my amry I rep - straight from the jacked M-P If I put the tec up I gotta tote the D.E But wait! You know I'm ridin with Sauce And we ridin this song from out the Robb Report Dawg, I'm from the street, from the best I'm taught I'll get your man tied and lost, f** the cost Got a couple of my k**ers who stand by And I'm G-Force stat' n***a, never fly stand-by Uhh, jeah, you know Put this sh** right back in the street, huh? Brooklyn sh**, Sauce Let's bring the hook back, here we go yo [Hook] [The Game] Dip through N-Y, black Impala, matchin interior Cali plates, I'm that serious n***as think the kid a joke 'til that .38-revolver spin like hundred spokes Homie I bring the drama (drama) Sleep on The Game and get left in wooden pajamas n***a I ain't easy son But I break up rock/Roc like DipSet and M-Easy son I'm a B-L-double-O-D Hardest n***a since S-N-double-O-P And all this beef got blood in my eye Aftermath motherf**er, you could love it or die Keep Dre name out your mouth boy Or get your +Bones Crushed+ like them Dirty South boys I'm a "Menace," f** Kane and O-Dog Since I was ten I had 'caine and O's, dawg I ain't lyin (I ain't lyin) They gave Eazy AIDS, so why should I give a fu*k about dyin? And the day Jay retire I'mma park next to the throne, in a Maybach on gold wires, yeah [Hook] [Outro: DJ KaySlay] Yeah you b**h-a** motherf**ers "Hands on the Pump" f** around, find yo' a** slump One hitta quitta, yes {*gunshots*}