Sauce Money - Intruder Alert Lyrics
Yo, who the ***** is this?Its like 3:30Yo, get the phone, *****You get the phoneGet the phoneYou get the phone!Get the goddamn phone!Alright, damn niggaWho the ***** is this?[ verse 1 ]Its my nigga deezo, what the ***** is the deal?Huh-huh, know me, keepin it realSix-double-o, kid, chrome on the wheelsI got the same problem, nigga, know how you feelOn some real shit, sauce, I got the kite from neilWord on the street, hope youre still holdin your steelNiggas talkin bout who cats they gon billJust to gain they cut, thats when your name came upOh did it? you know some more? nigga, spit itCats hate your ass cause of your riches and digitsYou probably.. know this nigga named bobbySister named ronnie with the two-tone body?Cat fueled with bacardi, throw parties every fridayFake lady lover, *****ed his baby motherHit it from the back, now Im a tough act to followMade her give my man head too - and swallowThats neither here nor there, he think somethin is sweet?***** yeah, we can dump when we meetWin, lose or draw, after that Im dumpin my heatLay him down flat while my music pump in the streetHe got four with him, some niggas from baltimore with himIma sure hit em if he come through that door with himSplit your bladder, we spray, mutha*****aIt dont matter, b-k, mutha*****a(pay attention to the scheme)(sauce mutha*****in)(you know my style)(comin through, bringin you pain)(and now you wanna act bold, but hold up)(pay attention to the scheme)(sauce mutha*****in)(you know my style)(comin through, bringin you pain)(but hold up)[ verse 2 ]I throw hoes out when its time to pull .44s outMade two phone calls, bring the pros outBadu, bonnie, hydro, no doubtWe get nasty like niggas in sandals with the toes outYou know deez is down to click off eightsBy the way, son, you know that ***** off gates?I think her name mimi, ***** greedy, give you head easyFake weave, big ass with the g-3I know that chick, her real name hillaryUsed to be one of my shorties off willerbyTheres somethin right now about how youre grillin meDont tell me she ***** with the bobby nigga, son, youre killin meNo bullshittin, thats who that nigga be hittin?Lets post in the kitchen, when he come, start spittinClimb through the window, make his body drop degrees***** breakin in the crib, nigga - I got the keys..(pay attention to the scheme)(sauce mutha*****in)(you know my style)(comin through, bringin you pain)(and now you wanna act bold, but hold up)(pay attention to the scheme)(sauce mutha*****in)(you know my style)(comin through, bringin you pain)(but hold up)[ verse 3 ]I got a problem with niggas that talk about stalkinSouped up talkin, dead men walkinToo shockin, cause Im rockin cats wanna be clockinBut *****-blockin, I squeeze oftenWhile Im in this chick crib with both wrists locked inNo rhetoric, kid, pistols poppinBodies droppin, Im just dockinOne slug, two slug, aint no stoppinYo nigga, you know the drill, gees upMarcy, where we from niggas dont freeze upLovin the sound of my nigga bustin the poundWhen he open that door, dont be *****in aroundRight about then I heard the doorknob turnMy man gettin wild, almost dropped the burnBobby opened up the door, its time to earnFour gats in his grill, you might wanna get concernedReeno, get that ***** with the bad permAre you mutha*****as ever gonna learn?We all could get got - just not by youAnd we all could get shot - just not by youBut right about now, tell you what Im gonna doI think Im gonna go let you warn your crewOut of respect, cause I know: you that niggaIm not gonna kill you - yo deez, shoot that nigga(pay attention to the scheme)(sauce mutha*****in)(you know my style)(comin through, bringin you pain)(and now you wanna act bold, but hold up)(pay attention to the scheme)(sauce mutha*****in)(you know my style)(comin through, bringin you pain)(and now you wanna act bold)
