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Gunz & Money

Artist:Spice 1  Album:The Last Dance 

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[Verse 1] Count the diamonds on my 'lexe Don't waste your time Puttin slugs in you bitch-ass niggas comin for mine You can read it on the paper or on the Mtv news Diggin ditches for sheisty bitches tryin to give me the blues It ain't no secret addicted to bitches, guns and money But the money is first Nigga the bees come and get the honey Niggas be plottin rottin dirty muthafuckas wanna put me in a casket Fuck all you jealous bastards While I'm hittin the weed let tell my G's If I die by my enemies make sure them muthafuckas bleed Make them niggas think it's armageddon I put it down thug style like a G from the jump And I ain't bullshittin Steady strapped with desert eagles and Uzis Do a shit over these fake-ass niggas see in the movies Feel me like titties and ass (ass) Fuckin bitches and countin cash on a mad dash (dash) Hit the sticky laced up with hash surround myself with killers Drug dealers and real niggas makin ????? Hittin quick like [name] in a mob fashion Blastin for the loot we ain't puttin up our dukes Ready for d-a-dump and shoot for the money [Chorus] Addicted to bitches, guns and money Addicted to bitches, guns and money (Bloow!) Addicted to bitches, guns and money Addicted to bitches, guns and money (It don't stop) Addicted to bitches, guns and money Addicted to bitches, guns and money (Speezie Ace in the house) Addicted to bitches, guns and money Addicted to bitches, guns and money [Verse 2] Niggas be savage bout the muthafuckin kill (kill) Straight lightin shit up like Fire Marshall Bill The game is deeper than a muthafucka That's why I swim in it to keep myself undrowny The dirty Bay'll pull you down If you can't float on the water ?????? Shut up nigga muthafuckas ain't goin head up It's always some game I'm talkin bout goin toe to toe When niggas been puttin the blast down since 1984 It was 1986 when the glas sticks came around Flossin mob buckets flippin kilos to quarter pounds Hella killer goin round niggas ain't playin bout they money Make a joke about they game lookin at you like 'what's funny?' Gettin niggas with Uzis for talkin too much shit They gettin genuine pistol-whips rough the niggas like chips Clips and red beams a thang for 15 down to drop seasons Don't let this rappin be the reason You don't spread your hustle, power, money and muscle Takin niggas shit in a tussle


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