Slaughterhouse - Put Some Money On It (Remix) Lyrics
(feat. The LOX)Grind Music *****![Sheek Louch]Aiyyo Joell, I'm on this son {"Put some money on it"}Yeah, Don Corlito flyin out a TitoThe further I get the ground look more mosquitoDutch burnin, other hand big MojitoI don't mean Dorito when I say {"Put some money on it"}Yeah, you ain't really all around all that stuffThe coke, the crack, the guns, heard 'bout enoughThey said, "Yo Donny, you gon' really sign with Puff?"I said I'll live too long as Diddy {"Put some money on it"}What? I'm the L.O.X. JeterTattooed up in a white wife-beaterAston Vanquish parked at the meterI forgot to feed her, better go {"Put some money on it"}Yeah, now they all love the Don GI'm on BET more than "Leprechaun 3"They say I'm on fire, it don't hurt when I peeI don't layaway, only y'all {"Put some money on it"}[Joell Ortiz]Uhh, yaowa!Put your guap up hot stuff, you not toughLet's play a game of Trouble and when I pop upIt's with the glock tucked, crotched up in a dropped uplow like you know how this go {"Put some money on it"}I'm a product of the cornerCornered the market with the product I would offer, slaughtered the garbageSlide a condom on your daughter on the floor in the projectsHomeboy I make more than a promise {"Put some money on it"}I know the amount of hate that my worth sparksBut I ain't goin nowhere like a birthmarkI pound puppies before they get to they first barkAnybody wanna get they first spark? {"Put some money on it"}Hey, what's the matter? Cat got your tongue?Your words so feint they collapsed in your lungsPut some bass in your voice like you snacked on a drumWatch my fist make a track on your gums {"Put some money on it"}[Jadakiss]Never been wack so that ain't one of my issuesGet my bread and take care of my pistolsSoon as I open a brick you can see the crystalsSoon as the piff come in you can {"Put some money on it"}Trust me it's important, shoot it or snort itOxy's, {?}, profit is gorgeousStay off the phone cause the calls are recordedAnd if you can afford it then you better {"Put some money on it"}Tryin to be a diamond in the game I been oneKillin niggaz with the flow, H1N1You can get a buck-fifty quick, a thin oneBefore rap I had a drug dealer's income{"Put some money on it"} Master JasonGod on the rocks with a splash of SatanStash right here with the ratchet waitin, since you hatinName the place and the date and {"Put some money on it"}[Styles P]Never trust niggaz no further than I can throw 'emLong with the razor and the doctor can't sew 'emSaid I as the hardest out, now I gotta show 'em*****sucker doubted me, I owe 'em {"Put some money on it"}You could be that dude in cement shoesor the next soft nigga on this evening's newsRap beef, street beef, breeze through crewsFreeze, handguns, machine guns {"Put some money on it"}I don't even need guns, play me like I'm poppa shitEnd up with a hawk in your esophagusHardest nigga to walk in the metropolisGenocide mixed with apocalypse {"Put some money on it"}Kill niggaz real easy dawgGhost in the flesh, ***** a Ouija BoardDroptop Beamer with the BB's onGun in your face, and I ain't shoot BB's dawg {"Put some money on it"}[Crooked I] SLAUGHTERHOUUUUSE![Royce Da 5'9"]Slaughter gon' be runnin you over over a centuryYou ain't one of The L.O.X., you don't flow nowhere near meYou ain't Tip, Ali Shaheed, PhifeNigga you probably (The Low End Theory) {"Put some money on it"}You still doin shows for fifty seatsStill writin rhymes 'bout LeBron that's with the HeatStill writin raps 'bout Kat and Chippy DMy next freestyle I'ma blast through WikiLeaks {"Put some money on it"}Maserati ridin with that Mary onIt's a black and white thang, call that chick ArioneTalkin all that shit you a *****in fagI do you like a Louis duffle bag, at the airport {"Put some money on it"}*****, a carry on, my head growinGettin my Barry on, lead throwinWith necessary while you puttin on a show for them hoesGettin your Tyler Perry on, c'mon {"Put some money on it"}Uh, my mic manners is quite mannishI got these young *****es tongue flippin just like SpanishYou gotta feed her just to hit it, that don't count to meI take her, fill her tummy up, I don't mean out to eatNickel! {"Put some money on it"}[Crooked I]Floor seats at the Knick game, I'm traffickin weedI'm at The Garden in The Apple like Adam and EveAnd my gat'll put your hat on your sleeveNow you really ahead of your time, I'm out of your league {"Put some money on it"}See I get dough and cop the Benz-oMy job credentials is confidentialIt's not pretend so everything is autobiographicalWeight of the world on my shoulder, the planet on my clavicle {"Put some money on it"}But it don't matter though cause I'ma go get itLife's a ***** and then you get thrown in itThat's why I get (Cash Money) like it's (No Limit)This material shit, I'm so wit it, get it? {"Put some money on it"}This is for you rap stars feelin y'all cleverI'm the penitentiary's sick ward, illest bars everI ball in the paint hardIt's like I'm acceptin bank cards the way that I take charge {"Put some money on it"}[Joe Budden]Low tints on the CL, gray coupeOnly out of the cage when all hell breaks looseFocus pimpin - all my shooters veered offthe road to redemption, so it's no exemptions {"Put some money on it"}When Joe is mentioned, the flow is pinchinGot me in a mansion with a gopher, BensonIf you said you rap you better than thatWhat we'll do is treat your head like a tab {"Put some money on it"}The outfit is fresh, foam {?} is cobwebsShe don't look like a model then I probably wouldn't pop herDudes is my son, should be callin me poppaI won't acknowledge it, treatin me like a Focker! {"Put some money on it"}Hip-Hop ain't dead, I been puttin the pulse in from long ago (since)I mean back when Tracey Ullman had her own show (uhh)Want fire? Put Mouse on itIf I'm a liar go ahead {"Put some money on it"}
