[Verse 1: GrewSum]
Yeah, it’s my time
Tellin' everybody in the game that I’m anxious
To make it, out of the dirt and get famous
Want everybody to know what my name is
Basically, I just want a little bit of fame
For the words that I keep on jottin' down on the page
From my brain that might just be a little bit insane
Tame 'til the day somebody mention my name
I'ma maim everybody in the game, to get money
Trained to sever jugular veins and get bloody
Take a couple of names, rape a couple of dames
Make a couple of changes, only rubble remains
I'm sick with the rap, like a sickness or rap like Carrie
Hit with a bat, you buried
Twitch when I'm pissed like Carrie
Just admit when I spit I'm scary
I'm cracked when I'm put on a track and attack
'Til I attract a mass of people across the map
You wanna get it, we can do it, I'm all for that
Hit 'em with the venom 'til they're all falling back
It's like Mike Shinoda mixed with a little bit of Esham
And A-1 Yola, little bit of Crooked I, little bit of Apathy
And put 'em all in front of the microphone, I might snap
On anybody, hit they body, get 'em bloody, sick 'em
When I get 'em, I'ma split 'em, be a victim to the rhythm
When I'm flippin' get 'em shittin', when they listen to me spittin'
On a mission to twist up the words that I've written
70 gettin' me known, waiting to get in the throne
Everyone lettin' 'em know, soon as I get in the door
I'ma be wreckin' the show, really just waitin' to blow
Then I'll be stackin' the dough off of the raps I flow
[Chorus: GrewSum & C-Mob]
I can't stop
Flowin' when I know that I'ma get that dough
Go nonstop
Every minute that I'm in it 'til the big stacks grow
Oh my God
What they saying when they hear a man spit that flow
I'ma hit that dro, I'ma get that hoe
I'ma spit that flow 'til I get that dough
I can't stop
Flowin' when I know that I'ma get that dough
Go nonstop
Every minute that I'm in it 'til the big stacks grow
Oh my God
What they saying when they hear a man spit that flow
I'ma hit that dro, I'ma get that hoe
I'ma spit that flow 'til I get that dough

[Verse 2: BG Bullet Wound]
Keep it coming, the automatics with static
Cause n***as be tryna fade a n***a, think a n***a won't dump
You better pick that motherfucker, for you creep that motherfucker
Hit a n***a real hard with a sawed off (Yeah)
Motherfuckers better know when I ride by
Really big things'll happen quick when I slide by
Me and my deuces, we fuck around with them n***as
That leave 'em full static, so motherfucker we can get it on now (What>)
Do you really wanna do it? Do you really want it?
GrewSum, BG Bulletwound and Mob on yo ass high
You can barely pull the pistol, how the hell you think I hit you?
I’m a motherfucking star with a shotgun (Yeah)
And the way that I'm doin' it cock sucker
You can never wild out, you can never find out
Pull another nine out, time to go to time out
Bring the rest of my killas and watch your family bow down
Do you really wanna hate me? Do you really wanna do me?
Do you really wanna fight me? Do you really wanna shoot me?
Motherfucker you can bring it on
You can bring it in the streets and we can get it on (Yeah)
Everybody all know that I'm a gangster
In the streets little n***as don't doubt me
Cause I'd hate to be the one that put a hole in your head
Cause you didn't find nothin' about me
[Chorus: GrewSum & C-Mob]
I can't stop
Flowin' when I know that I'ma get that dough
Go nonstop
Every minute that I'm in it 'til the big stacks grow
Oh my God
What they saying when they hear a man spit that flow
I'ma hit that dro, I'ma get that hoe
I'ma spit that flow 'til I get that dough
I can't stop
Flowin' when I know that I'ma get that dough
Go nonstop
Every minute that I'm in it 'til the big stacks grow
Oh my God
What they saying when they hear a man spit that flow
I'ma hit that dro, I'ma get that hoe
I'ma spit that flow 'til I get that dough

[Verse 3: C-Mob]
Do it for the money and I gotta get the bread quick
Anyone who wanna stop me, get their head split
Might wanna hate, but you better not have say shit
Unless you really wanna end up as a dead bitch
You don't wanna mettle with my money or I'll level every building on your block when I'm hot like a devil
I'ma cook 'em like griddle in a pot or the kettle
And I never will settle for the rocks that you peddle
I do it for the big dough, that's what I spit for
Everybody say that I be comin' with a sick flow
Verbally hit hoes, lyrically kick doors
Weapon of choices is a pad and a pencil
Can't stop like I was a rhyme machine
It’s time for green, I never claim I’m the king
But I still want you to kiss my diamond ring
And the hoes suck on my dick behind the scenes
I'ma shine, supreme game, utilize the vest
I never blink when I stare into the eyes of death
So put the lies to rest, I jeopardize your flesh
And leave you, your family, and all your guys depressed
When I set a kinda 'bout a half a mill on the table
That the game made me, cause I’m willing and able
Then I bet you'll really tryna be killing Azazel
But you better watch out when I'm feelin' unstable
And I'ma cut 'em into shreds, my knife in their head
Bled all over the bedspread, you're dead, you shared too much
Red, then I flirt with the bread, I said too much
Fed full of dread as the lead is spit through guts
Yes indeed, I love my gun so look out when I clutch too bravely
You will see C-Mob and the record label
I be at 'em yelling out "fuck you, pay me" because
[Chorus: GrewSum & C-Mob]
I can't stop
Flowin' when I know that I'ma get that dough
Go nonstop
Every minute that I'm in it 'til the big stacks grow
Oh my God
What they saying when they hear a man spit that flow
I'ma hit that dro, I'ma get that hoe
I'ma spit that flow 'til I get that dough
I can't stop
Flowin' when I know that I'ma get that dough
Go nonstop
Every minute that I'm in it 'til the big stacks grow
Oh my God
What they saying when they hear a man spit that flow
I'ma hit that dro, I'ma get that hoe
I'ma spit that flow 'til I get that dough