[Verse 1: MC Money]
The weed, is what I need
And so I smoke, hoe
To break it down, I feel the need for the indo
Fired up a junt, hit it once, and I can't quit
So drop it off your ass, I'm about to have a bud hit
Hittin' the back, of the junt, takin' it real slow
Smoking it so much, I think I'm a fuckin' psycho
Creepin' in the night, lookin' for the bud, mane
My n***a double G, real [?] blood stain
On my shirt, when I served that bitch for takin' mine
Killin' 'em dead, all the time, with my TEC-9
A crazy lunatic, only with my finger clip
Traitin' bitches, assed out, leave my pistol whip
Don't try to doubt me, 'cause a n***a's bound to get buck
Let's lay it in ya ass, 'cause bitches got me fucked up
Knockin' bitches out, cuttin' they ass down to size
Starin' [?] and leavе they dumb ass paralyzed
Takin' care of minе, tellin' you the way I am
And if you got static, bitch, I don't give a damn
I'm MC Money, and I'll kill your ass, yes indeed
To all you bitches and you hoes
The weed is what I need