Lyrics

Intro Plays (Chorus) Nate Dogg Stackin' real, no fakin', we risin' to the top Ballin', shinin', disrespect us, that's a flop Cash kings in the game, ain't no room for the lame Respect our grind, or feel the heat of the flame (Verse 1) Eminem I'm the litty, gritty boss with stacks of big ass cash Every move I make double-checked, no trash Haters talkin', but they just a bunch of anuses I'm bout that green, ain't phuckin' with no hoes Countin' hundred-dollar bills, yeah that's my nature Hustlin' hard all day, no time for no hater I'm drippin' in designer, all eyes on me Authentic to the core, you can't disagree How would they give a phuck (Chorus) Nate Dogg Stackin' real, no fakin', we risin' to the top Ballin', shinin', disrespect us, that's a flop Cash kings in the game, ain't no room for the lame Respect our grind, or feel the heat of the flame (Verse 2) 50 Cent I walk the streets with swagger, speak the truth no cap Cut the fake shit, real recognize real, dat's a rap My clique stay strapped, ain't playin' with these fools Money and respect, the golden rule Sippin' on Henney, watchin' haters fade away I stay on top, ain't no time for delay My team stay strong, loyalty is a must If you cross us, these bitches just gona combust (Chorus) Nate Dogg Stackin' real, no fakin', we risin' to the top Ballin', shinin', disrespect us, that's a flop Cash kings in the game, ain't no room for the lame Respect our grind, or feel the heat of the flame (Hook) Nate Dogg I wake up in the morning, dollar signs in my eyes I hustle everyday, chasing that big ass prize A world full of diamonds, a life full of thrill I'm gonna make it rain, 'cause I got that cashin flow (Chorus) Nate Dogg Stackin' real, no fakin', we risin' to the top Ballin', shinin', disrespect us, that's a flop Cash kings in the game, ain't no room for the lame Respect our grind, or feel the heat of the flame (Outro) Eminem Cash kings, we reign supreme, no fakes in sight Real recognize real, blingin' in the night We stay authentic, respect is earned, never given We the kings of the streets, our pockets always driven