[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
[?] peal the money, son
And peal the money, son
You pealing money, son
You need to [?], how you peel the money, son
[?] in my hand

[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
I'm from the city of hustlers, gangstas and stick up n***as
Dudes that mastered the art of cutting a brick up n***as
Them foul mouth bitches, who love to get they fucking and cussing on
Them hoes [?]
Bussa Bussa pow wow back again, keep a lot up in the stash box, ask a friend
So much heat up in the streets for you n***as to eat, so you gotta cook another batch again
Trust [?] opperation [?] you know a n***a reputation
[?] for the blocks and I drown in y'all n***as, y'all know who [?]
Everytime I give y'all a demenstration, n***as already know my determination
You know [?] see everytime you spit in the booth, you n***as [?] full of fabrecation
Y'all don't ever want a problem with me
Whenever n***as come through, we pop the lead off
And if you really want me, you can try to get me
[?] I cut the dreads off
[?] shit like a movie feature
[?] blink at the block, fuck a little [?] up
Boy look fresh with his shit all slick down
Way you spin around [?] black season
When I used to put a brick in the freezer
[?] skeezers
Then a n***a get the [?]
[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
[?] peal the money, son
And peal the money, son
You pealing money, son
You need to [?], how you peel the money, son
[?] in my hand

[Verse 2: Paul Wall]
I'm from the city of syrup sippers and grain grippers
On the block punching the clock, and pimpin all the strippers
Putting in work and chasing after that dream
I'm tryna ball up in the mix, and sip on some poed lean
I got boys on the rack on daily grind
[?] Swisha House, tryna hold me down
I got four screans [?] watching Meet The Browns
G's on the house brought the angels down
The CLS glass, one of a kind
The AMG cost [?] to 30
But not to worry, I'ma call [?]
[?] in a hurry
T [?] and a platnom jag
Watching suckers fall off, and start hating
But I'm not concerned with these [?]
I'm banging Screw with the trunk waving
It's Paul Wall baby, yeah, that's me
I'm top of the line, I'm one of a kind
I'm coming straight up out of that H-Town
I'm on the hustle [?]
[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
[?] peal the money, son
And peal the money, son
You pealing money, son
You need to [?], how you peel the money, son
[?] in my hand