Sauce Money - Against The Grain Lyrics
Watch out for your friendsAiyo, aiyo, you you you got that thing for me, huh?You thought I was layin it? no no I aint layin it, Im takin itYou dont understand? you confused?How bout if I stuck your *****in head thru that windowThat would unconfuse you right?Thought I was layin it, give me the *****in money, come onIm blamin lame ass rappers frontin for faminI should open up a casino for all the games you playinIm sayin, everyday in a different naminPlus they homos now, big black niggas flaminWe stressin, that you dont be stressin usAnd if you gs and gs then dont be b-sn usJust be b-sn logicly, not like that we be guessinBecause the truth need no modestyCristal to spring water, bacardi whateverWhat it is is what it is, we can party togetherYou know how the game goes when your name growsBut still love is love, *****in the same hoesAgainst the grain goes the souped-up rapper, he spittin venomSo now we gotta get wit himAnd do the ten thing, frightenin, while his mens clingThen watch blood extract out his ass like ginsengIt all ends with all of his mens hitAnd now our future friendship, strictly forensicBut thats the life we livin, drivin, thats how we drivenStrivin, you must be robbin, cos I aint giving, shoot ya gunsNow when we bless this, with precise shitThat we suffice with, we keep your mentals litNow when we bless this.......Watch out...I see ya overly concernin, ya insides burninMad at the fact sauce is earnin, with more niggas than mark furmanYa never learnin learnin, never been so determinedNot to be concerned with ya sermon, wheels of fortune still turninStill street caviar remains untouchedFor sauce money cheeseburger deluxeScreamin whats the crocs fienin, dough we rake offWhile you hailin for cabs we, taxi for take-offFake crews and units is dubbinGet ya whole clan wiped out, no scrubbinFor the description given, chapstick flappinPistol-whippin nigga rappin, sell arms to keep em clappinGungho chicks squeeze for me, crazy gs for meTo see cheese come easily for meIn the same arenas, aint gotta state his name, you seen usFew bundles of dope never came between usSippin on bay breezes, now we higher than venusComparin thumbs, tryin to see whos the greenestHigh strung, no relief pitcher off my toungeAce of the staff, sauce back-to-back cy youngNow when we bless this, with precise shitThat we suffice with, we keep your mentals lit*repeat x3*In the club lit, listen to all my niggas hit*****es love me for this disrespectful shit***** em, the only thing Im with is large amounts, clearMoney the only thing that counts hereBy any means like malcolmX marks the spot, you know the outcomeIncome, never outdoneRap star, hit the stage dipped in tarOther crews muerto, cant ***** with this conciertoToo fecicous so I drop new releases til your crew deceasesScrew your pieces, ***** your thesis***** your speeches and ***** your beefCos when my crew aim, do more than brush your teethItll split your shit, when it hit your shitIf you dont want your shit hit, dont forget your shitWe dont spar, we aimin all niggas to allahWhen its spent and to the nazarine if ya 85 percentDo what I gotta, straight shot of jackAmareddo colada for my ***** in the backNever bluffin, never rap for nothinRap flow, dont love it, sincerely yours, sauce mother***** it
