thangs movin' slow

yeah

attic crew

attic crew and cooley c my nigga

yeah

yeah

my nigga

its attic crew and cooley c my nigga

yeah

youngbloodz

youngbloodz and cooley c my nigga

um

mark twayne

now it's time to let y'all nigga know about me

oh i can get mo money

mo money

don't come to me

and everything i say that be on the blow

rap for the love of money

stack it up once mo'

going once

going twice

got the o for the low

got my cheese in the soil

tryin' to make my flow grow

hell no

never fall off

slip pimpin'

you can get it hard or get it soft

all day

round the clock tryin' to get it in

i ain't worried bout' the rich

cause i'm in the wind

all i got is my folks

lord forgive me for my sins

and if this ain't for me

please make me thank again

gotta get my shit right

tight like these gurls draws

let me recognize the game

and all the flaws

while i'm out here

please let me come up

and watch my every step so i don't have to duck

never wanted this

damn how a nigga stuck?

hit me on the hill nigga

i'm a' sack it up

rabbit on my head all day for good luck

on the hustle everyday

but who really gives a fuck

so what you got

when you ain't got nothing to show

thangs movin' slow

can't get your hands on no blow

ain't got no flow

naw

need some quick cash

if hustlin' is the answer nigga

get up off your ass

i walk about the crib

with my mind on the dough

been hustlin' these verses

ain't got a damn thang to show

i keep my head up

because i feel it's bout to pop

done heard about a deal going down at the dock

critics say it don't stop

til' you get it and it's gone

it's all about the fett'

set it off

get it crunk

you catch me on the corner

i'll be buddy with the sacks

off in the studio it be twayne with the tracks

fire

fire

like that dope gettin' smoked everyday

got a call from my source

he on the way with the llell'

coming in from overseas

bout' 82 ki's

not a word to be said

everybody hit your knees

lets leave

get the cheese

make away with the blow

slip in the door

right before we do the show

mr. dope man

your looking kinda sick

thangs movin' slow now that you ain't got shit

so what you got now

you out of luck

sellin' your soul to the devil

just to make a quicker buck

but for what

you took a chance

recieving half of some blow

and pushing them quarter ki's underground to keep the flow

it's toe to toe

we can take it to the deepest of the seas

and anybody else who wanna bite

then try a piece

of these youngbloodz

bustin' 30 slugs

so just perhaps

you crawlin' out of a shell

finding ways up out these traps

like craps

you out to gamble

losing everything you own

and still like to pretend as if this game gonna keep em' known

and do know

you in a ball of burning hell

so might as well take a ride on the weed into the a-t-l

and niggas swear we outdone and out-gunned

so what's the first attempt when they got you on the run

with fun

they shootin' tons of shots

so whose to blame

nobody but yourself as you hold inside the pain