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All praises due God is good, am I right? Yeah, we getting to that scratch though If I'm in my ragtop, I'ma do it for the culture If lil mama bad, she gon' drop it for the culture If you need you some game I could drop it for the culture If Slaughterhouse ain't coming out, drop it for the culture Pocket full of paper my niggas we got scratch Pocket full of paper my niggas we got— Pocket full of paper my niggas we got scratch Mix Master Jam, Master Grand, Master Funk Master (Flex on these haters) This for my factors in the streets This the boss gospel, time to practice what we preach Feeling like a DJ cuz the scratch is in my reach Keep a bag coming cuz I'm active on these beats Smoking on a black, Jameson is in the bottle I was in the hood just trying to flip a Monte Carlo Now the Kxng is on, I'm bringing everybody I know Loyalty is royalty, the mothafucking motto I don't have a single second for haters, that's on my granny Put that on her grave, it's the paper before the pennies Man we went to Section 8 to 8 sections up in the grammys But I'm only here for [?] fuckers Letras de cancionesDon't understand me still I got to keep a bad Cleopatra up in the Cadillac Thirty on the Rollie, 3-0'd it just like a battle rap Gotta keep these phony dickriders outta my habitat Out here tryna ride the next wave, like where the saddle at? If I'm in my ragtop, I'ma do it for the culture If lil mama bad, she gon' drop it for the culture If you need you some game I could drop it for the culture If Slaughterhouse ain't coming out, drop it for the culture Pocket full of paper my niggas we got scratch Pocket full of paper my niggas we got— Pocket full of paper my niggas we got scratch Mix Master Jam, Master Grand, Master Funk Master (Flex on these haters) C.O.B. till' I die This is C.O.B., soo soo two times Told the whole team we'd make it in due time Shouts to Uncle Luke cuz my crew is too live C.O.B. till' I die This is C.O.B., soo soo two times Told the whole team we'd make it in due time Shouts to Uncle Luke cuz my crew is too live Yeah, rap game is ours We only here for the jux You rap niggas wack, we only here for your hooks You strippers might be smart, we only here for you looks We love our bad boy, they only here for the crooks I'ma put her under the wing till baby is living comfortably First let's start a company, then you can think of fucking me Tired of them tired ass niggas, that's when they run to be Easy as stealing candy from a baby, I call it sucka-free If I'm in my ragtop, I'ma do it for the culture If lil mama bad, she gon' drop it for the culture If you need you some game I could drop it for the culture If Slaughterhouse ain't coming out, drop it for the culture Pocket full of paper my niggas we got scratch Pocket full of paper my niggas we got— Pocket full of paper my niggas we got scratch Mix Master Jam, Master Grand, Master Funk Master (Flex on these haters) From Letras Mania