Intro-. You wan' smoke that go 'head roll it son... I don't give a fuck man smoke that shit... You can smoke crack if you wanna smoke crack. I don't give a fuck what you wanna do man... Don't look to me to stop you man.. Yeah... I'm not gettin' in the way... Chorus-. Cash rules i keep a shooter 'round me. Queens get the money i have a nigga killed y'all. Your in the hood ask niggaz about me. Jesus for the money niggaz'll go real hard. Verse-. You are now under my hypnosis. Summertime grind come out with the toasters. I return like a animal ferocious. New money breed new enemies nigga you know this. Another mill another nigga sick. I got nuttin' but hard dick for your bitch to lick. I box unorthodox Southpaw outlaw bricks of raw. I'm out in the drought i make the dope price sour. Shit cool till the Mack out run when they back out. A nigga finna back i better pray that bitch jam. It's in god's hands it's all god's plan. You mean even when a nigga gettin' smoked god damn... Chorus-. Cash rules i keep a shooter 'round me. Queens get the money i have a nigga killed y'all. Your in the hood ask niggaz about me. Jesus for the money niggaz'll go real hard. Verse-. I push my pill with passion i'm the author of the struggle. Where pain is the headcrack the sign of a devil. Trick Six six six i'm back on my bullshit. See clear through my third eye it's gon' be a murder. Every summer every winter every spring. You think i'm bullshittin' i put that on errthang. The shootin' gon' start right after the shit talkin'. I was sellin' crack while Mike was moonwalkin'. Twenty off a pack i stacked i can't call it. I blast ya like NASA jack ya outta orbit. I mean your outta order you don't want me to send a nigga to ya. So he can put some hot shit through ya do ya?. Chorus-. Cash rules i keep a shooter 'round me. Queens get the money i have a nigga killed y'all. Your in the hood ask niggaz about me. Jesus for the money niggaz'll go real hard. Outro-. Yeah... I'm back baby i'm back.. New shit... The drought over... New product... Yeah... Man i can't fit in with these niggaz man... I mean niggaz got mohawks they wearin' skinny jeans man... I think these niggaz is faggots man... For real man... They with the rainbow club man... They think this shit is a fad come on man... I think it's more than that man... I think it's more than that... So if a nigga wear a dress you gon' put on a dress too?. Come on man... Chorus-. Cash rules i keep a shooter 'round me. Queens get the money i have a nigga killed y'all. Your in the hood ask niggaz about me. Jesus for the money niggaz'll go real hard