Against the Grain

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Sauce Money - Rap, New York Rap

Against the Grain

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[Intro] "Watch out for your friends" Ayo, ayo, you you you got that thing for me, huh? You thought I was layin it? No no I ain't layin' it, I'm takin' it You don't understand? You confused? How 'bout if I stuck your fuckin' head through that window That would unconfuse you right? Thought I was layin' it, give me the fuckin' money, come on [Verse 1] I'm blamin' lame ass rappers frontin' for fame and I should open up a casino for all the games you playin' I'm sayin', everyday in a different namin' Plus they homos now, big black niggas flamin' We stressin', that you don't be stressin' us And if you GS and GS then don't be B-S'n us Just be B-S'n logically, not like that we be guessin' Because the truth need no modesty Cristal to spring water, Bacardi whatever What it is is what it is, we can party together You know how the game goes whenever your name grows But still love is love, fuckin' the same hoes Against the grain goes the souped-up rapper, he spittin' venom So now we gotta get with him And do the ten thing, frightenin', while his men cling Then watch blood extract out his ass like ginseng It all ends with all of his mens hit And now our future friendship, strictly forensic But that's the life we livin', drivin', that's how we driven Strivin', you must be robbin', 'cause I ain't givin', shoot ya guns [Chorus] "Now when we bless this, with precise shit That we suffice with, we keep your mental lit Now when we bless this......." "Watch out..." [Verse 2] I see ya overly concernin', ya insides burnin' Mad at the fact Sauce is earnin', with more niggas than Mark Fuhrman Ya never learnin', never been so determined Not to be concerned with ya sermon, wheels of fortune still turnin' Still street caviar remains untouched For Sauce Money cheeseburger deluxe Screamin' what's the croc's fiendin', dough we rake off While you hailin' for cabs we, taxi for take-off Fake crews and units is dubbin' Get your whole clan wiped out, no scrubbin' For the description given, chapstick flappin' Pistol-whippin' nigga rappin', sell arms to keep 'em clappin' Gungho chicks squeeze for me, crazy G's for me To see cheese come easily for me In the same arenas, ain't gotta state his name, you seen us Few bundles of dope never came between us Sippin' on Bay Breeze's, now we higher than Venus Comparin' thumbs, try to see who's the greenest High strung, no relief pitcher off my tongue Ace of the staff, Sauce back-to-back Cy Young [Chorus] "Now when we bless this, with precise shit That we suffice with, we keep your mental lit Now when we bless this......." "Now when we bless this, with precise shit That we suffice with, we keep your mental lit Now when we bless this......." "Now when we bless this, with precise shit That we suffice with, we keep your mental lit Now when we bless this......." "Now when we bless this, with precise shit That we suffice with, we keep your mental lit Now when we bless this......." [Verse 3] In the club lit, listen to all my niggas hit Bitches love me for this disrespectful shit Fuck 'em, the only thing I'm with is large amounts, clear Money the only thing that counts here By any means like Malcolm X marks the spot, you know the outcome Income, never outdone Rap star, hit the stage dipped in tar Other crews muerto, can't fuck with this concerto Too facetious, so I drop new releases 'til your crew deceases Screw your pieces, fuck your thesis Fuck your speeches and fuck your beef 'Cause when my crew aim, do more than brush your teeth It'll split your shit, when it hit your shit If you don't want your shit hit, don't forget your shit We don't spar, we aimin' all niggas to Allah When it's spent and to the Nazarene if ya 85 Percent Do what I gotta, straight shot of Jack Amaretto colada for my bitch in the back Never bluffin', never rap for nothin' Rap flow, dough lovin', sincerely yours, Sauce motherfuckin'

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Credits

Writers
  • Sauce Money
  • DJ Premier