Album Cover Orientation (radio Edit)

Orientation (radio Edit)

Sauce Money

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* the author will rewrite and resubmit this when the LP is released

Lotta y'all dudes is WEAK!

So what? I said it!

I heard all y'all albums

This is for you Tommy Tucker's you know em neighborhood suckers

We all got em stupid {motherfuckers}

Wannabe rap brothers bitin ass rappers who love us

Idolize us keep it real can't touch us

Slick rapper far from a snitch rapper

A trick rapper, put the {dick} upon a sick rapper

Where it's at rapper, rollin with the {?} rapper

Fat rapper, batter get your {heat} clapper

I'm that rapper, one you can't even crush

Type of cat that {shit in your} crib and don't even flush

Type of cat when you see him that you wantin to touch

Like you Russell Simmons but, you ain't in no Rush

Cause when it all hit the fan, who the hell can you trust?

Duck in the water? Pity, where the hell can you go?

Who the hell can you get? When I'm ready to {hit}?

When you hear my name I make you hate spaghetti n {shit}

{?} if I get caught in a lie

{Bottle rockets} light you up like the 4th of July

I don't need your help son I got support from the sky

Write fluid, I'm a definite, you might do it

Jiggy with {ones and guns} I got a right to it

Forget against the wall, I send your man right through it

Tattooed like Mike did it, leave you lightheaded

Swear to God, y'all cats better act like Christ said it

Hey yo yo who the hell this Sauce {nigga}

you talkin to man? Arrogant {bastard}

Chubby mother{fucker}, you think you alla that man?

I can't even stand to hear this {shit} no more man

Hey you know what {motherfucker}? It don't stop there

I'ma solidify my rap spot til it's not fair

Nothin