Superstar - Put The Next Man On lyrics

[Tariq/Breeze] What? sh**, I could definitely sell for y'all brothas We could all get this money Get paid, I'm just I'm just tryin to get down wit y'all brothas Y'all brothas got, I'm sayin y'all, y'all got all that sh** together I'm just tryin to yo, be like y'all brothas, Big Will yaknawsayin? But yo I gots mines, you know n***as call me around the way Check it aiyyo The Green Bandit, son the beats handed over like jugling And the only slight trouble is keep it up Sleepin, what? I flips more weight than Oprah Strips or fate than hope, my sk**s superb Crills to herb, to dope I lace brothas bu*ter wounds, I bless the spend-er, but test I bend or waste mothaf**ers, rules are broke Get smoked free of charge We not d** but hot slugs, see I'm Large like Mister I gots no shame, irrational n***a, the cash clouts sh** ain't no game, it's more like a national past time Your sales pitcher, down the pipe Come get a hit, I never fail to get your clown types I never quit persuing these crabs, recruiting rehabs in churches My search is ongoing, but yo f** it I want the dough in Can I please this crime, cool sh** Genovese times two Be in drug store to thug lore Chorus 2x [Superstar] If you got some flow, and I got some flow You gettin dough, baby doll and I'm gettin dough We can chill on the hill, word bond And put the next man on like we supposed to put him on [True/Sha] Aiyyo, that's my son, I state that on my word Place that n***a on a hundred-third, then make cream off of bird Yo I'mma watch em, he come up short and I'm gon' smoke em Either way you could say I'm that bronc' that broke em He wanna learn, I say give em a chance He f** up and the devil'll be havin a last dance I think he'll do it right, he knows the consequences The f** up after that, that sh**'s true extenses Every time came we took out, he was the lookout Wanna know how much I made? Just ask one of them n***as to pull the book out I state this on my word bond, just put him on In time he'll come up shinin like a mothaf**in Don [Tariq/Breeze] I Gets Money like Lil Kim Could take a facial, to make em paint sk** forget it dunn My sh**'ll win you jackpots Commishion be officially a crack spot wit a purpose I get my service then n***as serve us A neighborhood infested, that's the good investment I peeps your operation, let a n***a give me most high I never been arrested, but expect the unexpected Wit full pre-meditation, when I run in wit po-nine I freaks the amnesia Or maybe like I be strung out Catchin a damn seizure, f** it I bites my tongue out Nuttin to lose, cousin your crews a top notch, Lex and Benz Run through n***as blocks like hop scotch Chorus [Outro] [Tariq/Breeze] I'm sayin, complete and total detriment to society Yo, a match made in hell, word is bond A wonderful day for the organization It's just gon' be perfect for everybody involved You get money, I get money, everybody get money Everybody shine, as neighborhoods decline ("How could anything go wrong?")2x ("Whooooaaaa") ("How could anything go wrong?)