Quiet Money TBS

By AZ

On 9 Lives

Released on June 12, 2001

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[Intro]


[Verse 1: AZ]

This another one street stressin', Keep pressin', he's guessin'

Please, I'm in the cut wit a bottle she's blessin'

Where I been, that's the key question, niggas yellin', keep reppin'

I must to left some kind of deep impression

Peep the essence, I speak in lessons if you seekin' reference

Never leave your weapon, see me if you need connections

We insessin', built aggression only brief deception

I mean my niggas filled with flexions

So believe he's resting, leave the message

Fuck with me niggas will beat you breathless, leave you naked

I keep it gully like the Visa question we perfect this

That's probabtion got us extra hatin'

No explaintion for the murders this just rap-a-lations recreations

This rap shit got us celebritin'

Like we saving, we in hell with Satan, jails are waitin' smell probabtion

Serve time got us telemaking

Legendary now niggas can't tell me nathin'


[Verse 2: Ty Fyffe]

Yo, at fourteen, my hot ass was chasin' bitches

At fifteen, my brother told me get them digits

Told me every penny count, nigga, hit them trenches

Don't floss to hard, don't burn no riches

Don't trust no bitch when your dough get heavy

And don't smoke with her if the blunt rolled already

No ass bettin', if you show it you betta blast it

Math class on the corner yeah I passed it

Die right now take twenty from you bastards

Fuck it throw a fifth of Henny in my casket

Never got my ass kicked, never had a pitbull

I just went to high school with the clip full

First nigga act get a clip full

Mama raised me but the streets made me

Rum got me hazy chasin' this cream

Fuck a dollar and a dream hundred grams and a thorough team

And I'mma make the block work

Sos re-ing me up got the hood on clockwork

Bedstuy nigga, you know it's on

Gotta flow so strong you could put it in a bomb


[Refrain x2]

When I die I'm gone go in fashion, guns blastin'

Cash inside coffins, Memories get lost when you die

The legacy, an eye for an eye but overall I will survive nigga


[Verse 3: Animal]

Jump out the drop top

Catch you why you coppin' at that weed spot

Speak not you know them bitches be your weak spot

I'm in the trenches that's where ya'll niggas scared to come at

Where all the guns at, where my shorty flip them ones at

That's where my son's at, you speak of war but you don't want that

I blew the Timbs out and got the GS wit the rims out

I air your Benz out baby moms and her friend's out

I knock the lens out, I bring the Boyz and them Mens out

I leave you laced up, you paralyzed from the waist up

I'll fuck your face up, when I finish tossin' cakes up

I'm eating the Kris up, I iced the finger, neck and wrist up

If it's a mix up, look at all the ones that I fix up

I mean I fucked up, fuck around you getting stuck up

You press ya luck up, back this motherfucking truck up

I'm bout to black out, it's up to me to close this track out

I pull the Mack out, I blow your chest and your back out

And knock the Glock out, air this whole fuckin' block out

I knock a cop out, fuck a high school drop out

Attempt murders, two to sixty on a cop out

I'm fuckin' with my niggas up north on a lockout

The M A S A, you run your mouth we smack the taste out

We blow your face out, pay the judge to throw the case out


[Verse 4: K. Walker]

Check the game and the cats that play in it

Quiet Money, youngest lieutenant

Yeah, world, it's been a minute, I'm in it

Till my heart stop or blood touch the concrete

Beyond deep, these streets got me gripping my heat

Losing sleep, breaking day sling crack to fiends

W.D. forty to sixty having backwards dreams

The cash the cream, from the cradle to the casket green

Got the game tied up we the nastiest team

We flash we steam if its on then we mash your beam

Yellow tape the sidewalk and leave a nasty scene

Your back is spling ya brain, face and chest get sprayed

The desert the miss the spot when it bust your way

We touch we lay in the streets it's a must we play

We cook, we chop bust pots down and clust the way

From light to day its only right that we cock and spray

We speedin' off, could spot a snake from a block away

I told you A what the game need is a change of speed

Visulize the realism I'm a dangerous speed


[Refrain x2]