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cash caged - emay lyrics

[verse 1: kool g. rap]
you know the don’s armed with sixteen
and i do harm for this big cream, the whips and the carriage
ball like the knicks and the mavericks, slipping the fabrics
pull up wit some big sh*t, lieutenant sh*t, hitting the hazards
spot a b*tch wit that cris habit, gotta have it
f*ck shorty and send her ot wit a brick in her baggage
roll where the clubs at slip for the rabbit
trick only l!ck d*ck status to get cabbage
she get lathered to the d*ck baptist
who back on the map? giancana wit a vengeance
it’s drama to the finish, put the llama to your appendix
and squeezing the slugs, gun powder season your blood
i’m a legend breathing, the reason you thug (n*gga)
this where the buck stops, f*ck props
buck shots at the top money, what the f*ck you forgot?
thought i was done and wasn’t touching the block?
still real, busting the glock
put up and you can see it (blaow) what up now?

[chorus: young jeezy and mannie fresh]
first i’m gone stack my flo'(and then what?)
then i’m gone stack some mo’ (and then what?)
close shop then i do my count
hide the rest of the yams at my auntie house (and then what?)
get fresh and jump in one of dem cars (yeah)
hit the club and get one of dem broads (and then what?)
it’s a wrap, we on the way to the house; by 3:45 i be kickin’ her out

[verse 2: 50 cent]
you can call this my new sh*t, but it ain’t new though
i got rid of my old b*tch, now i got new hoes
first it was the benzo, now i’m in the enzo
ferrari, i’m sorry, i keep blowing up
they call me the cake man, the strawberry shake man
i spray the ar, make your whole clique break dance
backspin, head spin, flatline, you’re dead then
9 sh*lls, mac*10, “who wanna get it cracking?”
i was young, i couldn’t do good, now i can’t do bad
i ride, wreck the new jag, i just buy the new jag
now n*gga why you mad? oh, you can’t do that?
i’m so forgetful, they calling me c*cky
i come up out the jeweler, they calling me rocky
it’s the ice on my neck, man, the wrist and my left hand
bling like bloaw, you like my style
ha ha * i’m heading to the bank right now

[chorus * young jeezy and mannie fresh]
first i’m gone stack my flo'(and then what?)
then i’m gone stack some mo’ (and then what?)
close shop then i do my count
hide the rest of the yams at my auntie house (and then what?)
get fresh and jump in one of dem cars (yeah)
hit the club and get one of dem broads (and then what?)
it’s a wrap, we on the way to the house; by 3:45 i be kickin’ her out

- emay lyrics

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