Sauce Money - Pre-game Lyrics
[sauce money]I lay my gun fine, ideas be as bright as the sunshineShook the rap game with just one lineWhen me and my niggaz combine, all day, you know what?Sometimes, I run with mad niggaz who done timeHit you with eight, from one nine, now you showin the veinMy shells is like information, go in your brainHoldin my slug, before you squeeze em show em the loveBurn your fingertips so throw em a glove, understand meBefore my album drop, cop the grammy, uncannyBought my first role from mannyDirty burners my crew never hand me, nigga we familyYou not, get shot, get caught slippin like dexter manleyWith at least ten lead, spray right, paint your skin redDamn we, all the shit you cant beWe big time, you small time, real small like how an ant beMarcy, bust a shot for metcalf, tilo and dannyPeace to the bureils, cut wop and stanleyBoom moet and bow, my whole set is wildPast threats, frontin flash singles and thats bent***** a *****, you know the drillCut a chick or a suck a dick[jay-z]Jigga, what the *****?As a youth explosively, clappin off the roofShootin guard like kobe, raised up slay smears and boeBack then, gil was my codiene, spanish joseShowed me how to get the money niggaz owed meFast forward, no kids, six cars and three rolesTwo cribs, trips to cuba, sippin on ubaGot rap in a stupor, first to clap your group upFrom the range with the ski rack, or six with the rugerShit, I light the mother*****in soundproof booth upNew shit, yall say the same shit like youre looped upYour raps all lazy, jigga the black scorceseWhat your album lack is more jay-zCode name: jay-hovah, all praise meYall dont paint pictures, yall all trace meYouve yet to see the day when my squad be doneI represent that shit nigga, marcy son, what?
