Sauce Money - What's That, ***** That LyricsY'all mutha*****as is sadly mistakenI think -I don't really think y'all understandWhat it is that i exactly doI make joints for the radioAnd all that, youknowmsayin?But this is my shit right here, yoWe can just get right to itHope they can ***** with it[ verse 1 ]I can make joints all day, never touch a averageSauce, hot shit, ain't nothin but a marriageSkills that i possess, niggas die to have itHip-hop mutha*****a, i rap like a savageAutomatics for faggots who brag about fabricsMad blood on your carriage, no love for you addictI roast all y'all niggas, homicide closed, die mostIt's suicide *****in with me, try toast***** cats talkin first class but fly coachThe laugh is over, mr. half-a-sodaYou're at your quota, i'm halfway to minnesotaThe seat 1a sippin a ice cold ??momossa??Never sober, when i awake i can make a wishHead from the ***** servant or steak and fishArouse my meat till i'm sound asleepGettin brain surgery at 33'000 feetA nigga knocked out till i hit the ground and creepedLimo, five star hotel and a suiteOnce earnin i come turnin for cunt squirmin*****es who front learnin, yearnin to keep the blunt burnin[ chorus ]Niggas pop shit, war, peace, what's that?I'm goin to war with my niggas, i love thatShow me the baddest chick, i'ma touch thatI bust a slug first - (2x)[ verse 2 ]Part ii to the rec off, son, get your check onCheck off, cats better step off or get stepped onNiggas i pump lead creepin on mePut your head to bed for sleepin on meWhat, a hip-hop legend with gut22 *****es and my wife in the cut***** that, weak niggas blaze em upWhere all my marcy mutha*****as at? (raise em up!)Half rock diamonds the size of glaciers, what?Other half rock vests and spit razors upI'm a major nut who used to lay em outGet head but let my man ***** em and play em outPushed my name up, '99 got my aim upShit ain't bein handled correctly - changed upNever looked in haste, but i shook the placeCan't defend your click, why you took the case?Cats get shook with aids, nines and fivesDouble-fours, tear gas, infrareds and knivesAnything to survive, like how a vulture get'stayin alive', john travolta shitI toast your click, disrespect what you supposed to getYour homebase yawnin next to a sculptured dickI got the most focussed click, it's hopeless, *****Sauce money keep the dopest hits[ chorus ][ verse 3 ]Here's some inspiration for all you slackersI used to work in the mailroom, pushin cars for bastardsThey had the nicest mutha*****a changin water and shitLookin through a supply book, orderin shitIt never really hit me until i thought of the shitMy mutha*****in pay close to borderin shitI thought about runnin off with a *****Until i picked up a microphone and started slaughterin shitReputation grew, niggas on my dickThen i got real brand new and wrote a hit3 million sold, baby still chillin when it's coldSauce don't change, only money fold***** y'all, the easiest way to word it:Public broadcast, ***** who heard itAll that slick shit is gonna get you murderedNothin to fear except fear itself, i'm here to helpCome with niggas, run with niggasHave fun with niggas, hold guns with niggasSee the sun with niggas, shoot fair ones with niggasSubtract from the sum when i'm done with niggas[ chorus ]2000 shitLegendMarley marlSauce mutha*****inMiddle finger u.