Sauce Money Ft. Memphis Bleek, The Game Hands On The Pump Lyrics

[Intro: DJ KaySlay]
Yeah it's DJ KaySlay the Drama King
I'm in the house with my n____ Sauce Money
Memphis Bleek, holdin it down from the East coast
And from the West, I got my n____ Game
All you b____-a__ n____z, y'all better fall the f___ back
Y'all know how this s___ is about to go down
Yo homie, what's your name?

[Sauce Money]
My name is Money, that much is true
Listen up, this what I'm gon' do
I won't wait for you to get a lil' bigger
I hit you with the tec-9, lil' n____
Look at him - red as a muh'f___er
Hah! Dead as a muh'f___er
Unassisted - aiyyo you shoulda
been there Bleek, too late, you missed it
c___ back my biscuit
Like a fat chick and chocolate, I can't resist it
Didn't believe you, so for your big ol' ego
I got a big ol' Eagle
Gotta give the people
not a f___in chance to see you inside the sequel
Son I stay stuck in rude
So when they see me comin they like, "d___, here come this f___in dude!"

You know'm sayin Memph'?
Brooklyn what's up?
Got to take this s___ back
Let's____ 'em with the hook son

[Chorus: Memphis Bleek]
Sawed-off shotgun, hand on the pump
Sippin that Arme', puffin on a blunt
All I know is my s___ better b__p
La la la la la-la la lahhhh

[Memphis Bleek]
What, yo yo.
You know Bleek always smokin that "La La La" - you right
Groupies they be actin too crazy, tell 'em they too hype
They want leave with a G like Eas'
Educated the bullshit, got a degree in these streets
But - I dare a n____ act all crazy
The tec'll tear his back all crazy
And you know I stay bent off the Arme'
Regardless if solo or I'm deep with my amry
I rep - straight from the jacked M-P
If I put the tec up I gotta tote the D.E
But wait! You know I'm ridin with Sauce
And we ridin this song from out the Robb Report
Dawg, I'm from the street, from the best I'm taught
I'll get your man tied and lost, f___ the cost
Got a couple of my killers who stand by
And I'm G-Force stat' n____, never fly stand-by

Uhh, jeah, you know
Put this s___ right back in the street, huh?
Brooklyn s___, Sauce
Let's bring the hook back, here we go yo

[Chorus]

[The Game]
Dip through N-Y, black Impala, matchin interior
Cali plates, I'm that serious
n____z think the kid a joke
'til that .38-revolver spin like hundred spokes
Homie I bring the drama (drama)
Sleep on The Game and get left in wooden pajamas
n____ I ain't easy son
But I break up rock/Roc like DipSet and M-Easy son
I'm a B-L-double-O-D
Hardest n____ since S-N-double-O-P
And all this beef got blood in my eye
Aftermath m_________er, you could love it or die
Keep Dre name out your mouth boy
Or get your +Bones Crushed+ like them Dirty South boys
I'm a "Menace," f___ Kane and O-Dog
Since I was ten I had 'caine and O's, dawg
I ain't lyin (I ain't lyin)
They gave Eazy AIDS, so why should I give a f___ about dyin?
And the day Jay retire
I'ma park next to the throne, in a Maybach on gold wires, yeah

[Chorus]

[Outro: DJ KaySlay]
Yeah you b____-a__ m_________ers
"Hands on the Pump"
f___ around, find yo' a__ slump
One hitta quitta, yes {*gunshots*}