to feed And it happens every once in a while I go too deep that I gotta shut it down She keep on comin' by, won't quit on callin' It's safe to say that
I keep that sniff all seasons Whether the price is up or down I keep a mound to pitch from, you don't have to shop around When it come to the money,
it all It's gonna take more than that Hope that ain't all you got I need it all, the money, the fame, the cars, the clothes I can't just let you run
catch the bouquet [Chorus: Kardinal Ofishall & Pusha-T] Set It Off (Ohh Ohh Ehh!) Fire Me Up (4x) Hold It Down (Ohh Ohh Ehh!) Yeah That?s It (4x) [Verse 2: Pusha-T
to riches or so they say You got to keep pushing for the fortune and fame you know it It's all a gamble when it's just a game You treat it like a capital
keep it sexy and simple keep it sexy and simple so if you wanna roll with me gotta keep it more than trouble free keep it sexy and simple keep it sexy
do it acappella freestyle for your shoes Nigga make it hot don't get it twisted Dumb gifted Baltimore once again if you missed it Can't miss the butch, make it
your circle, you can't save everybody Niggas invited you to the hood, rep it right my nigga Be untouchable my nigga, so it be Mobb for life for real} {
my streets they bouncin' again Bouncin' again, we're bouncin' again Swizz Swizz Beatz we bouncin' again Bouncin' again and we bouncin' again Double R keep it comin', ain't nothin' y'all Ain't nothing y'all can
got it tatood by kartoo? (somebody switch) by my rules we all lose (chorus) You've Been Hiding, Never Letting It Show Always Trying, To Keep It Under Control You Got It Down
, oh, boy, it?s good to know ya Is it worth it, let me work it I put my bang down, flip it and reverse it It?s your fremme neppa venette It?s your fremme
so sick I don't need a piece for it I can hear the streets talking, I dare you to reach for it I'm strapped if you look closely you can see the Taurus
it's these tactics that he daily practice They gonna let you don't have it? Have it, runnin up you sons of bastards Blast it, we sons of assassins Match it
around Everytime that I turn around Keep it thuggin' green, nigga sweet, come get it I wouldn't even take it if I wasn't gon' listen But look here, this
em, and one day God forgive me, I don't know what got in me, but pin me, they're gonna all fall down, way down, face down. Ain't got nothin' but love
Russel/ Some don't like Eazy, get it out, a real word, ya' can't learn this on TV/ Believe me, it's not that way, hey/ Flossin' might make it ya last
thug It's all about mo' thug It's all mo' thug, it's all mo', mo' thug It's all mo' thug, it's all mo', mo' thug It's all mo' thug, it's all mo', mo'