[Verse 1: Jim Jones]

[?] bad table manners

And a room with gun toaters with some bad grammar

Speady cars [?] skanner

The inside is [?] like the sleigh from Santa

Got killers filled with anticipation

Send your mind, body and soul on a trip to Satan

To conspire, get you time for ophiliation

You ain't getting money, time is what you really wasting

And they say a great mind is what can heal a nation

Do the mathimatics, my lifetime's a real equasion

Three bitches, one drop with the roof atatched

[?] you niggas so small [?]

And we super strapped

Know we shooting back

[?] black

[Chorus: Sen City]

[?] count your money, you ain't got none

[?] bottoms up

[?] money over bitches

Read the tags on the glass, we styling on these niggas

[?]

Riding on empty

You niggas riding on empty

Riding on empty

[?]

You niggas riding on empty

Riding on empty

You niggas riding on empty

[?]

[Verse 2: Mel Matrix]

[?] you don't pose a threat

We all hotheaded, push that brazy [?]

Stuntin on these niggas till they sick of me

And on my waistline is where the [?]'ll be

And the Aston four doors, we mobbin on you niggas like [?]

Sliding out the club with bout three or four hoes

They all getting gritty [?]

You know my habbits, money [?]

My lil homie trigger happy

[?]

[?] swiss cheese [?]

Throw a red rag in the air and hollar [?]

[?]

You know a thug motto forever, we screaming G's up

And [?] the morals of a life [?]

Situation real, not the [?]

[Chorus: Sen City]

[?] count your money, you ain't got none

[?] bottoms up

[?] money over bitches

Read the tags on the glass, we styling on these niggas

[?]

Riding on empty

You niggas riding on empty

Riding on empty

[?]

You niggas riding on empty

Riding on empty

You niggas riding on empty

[?]