Put the Next Man On

Lyrics

[DIALOGUE] TARIQ: What? Shit, I could definitely sell for y'all brothas. We could all get this money. Get paid, I'm just— I'm just tryin to get down wit y'all brothas. Y'all brothas got— I'm sayin, y'all— y'all got all that shit together. I'm just tryin to— Yo, be like y'all brothas. Big Will, yaknawsayin? But yo I gots mines, you know niggas call me around the way? Check it, ayo [Verse 1: Breeze/Tariq] The Green Bandit, son, the fiends hand it over like juggling And the only slight trouble is keeping up, sleeping, what? I flips more weight than Oprah, strips off fate Then hope my skills superb, crills to herb to dope I lace brothas, butter wounds, I bless the spender But test, I bend or waste mothafuckers Rules are broke, get smoked free of charge We not drugs but hot slugs, see I'm Large like Mister I gots no shame, irrational nigga, the cash clime Shit ain't no game, it's more like a national past time Your sales pitcher, down the pipe, come get a hit I never fail to get your clown types I never quit pursuing these crabs, recruiting rehabs in churches My search is ongoing but yo fuck it, I want this dough in Can I please this crime crew? Shit, Genovese times two Be in drug store to thug lore [Chorus: Superstar] If you got some flow, and I got some flow You gettin dough, baby doll and I'm gettin dough We can chill on the hill, word bond And put the next man on like we supposed to put him on [Verse 2: Sha/Tru] Ayo, that's my son, I state that on my word Place that nigga on 103rd, then make cream off of bird Yo I'ma watch 'em, he come up short and I'm gon' smoke em Either way, you could say I'm that bronc' that broke em He wanna learn, I say give him a chance He fuck up and the devil'll be having a last dance I think he'll do it right, he knows the consequences To fuck up after that? That shit's too expensive Every time 'caine was took out, he was the lookout Wanna know how much I made? Just ask one of them niggas to pull the book out I state this on my word bond, just put him on In time he'll come up shinin like a mothafuckin Don [Verse 3: Breeze/Tariq] I gets money like Lil Kim, could take a facial To make 'em pay a skill, forget it, dunny My shit'll win you jackpots Commission be officially a crack spot wit a purpose I get my service then niggas serve us A neighborhood infested, that's the good investment I peeps your operation, let a nigga give me most high I never been arrested, but expect the unexpected With full premeditation, when I run in with po-nine I freaks the amnesia, or maybe like I be strung out Catchin a damn seizure, fuck it, I bites my tongue out Nothin to lose, cousin, your crews are top-notch Let's get biz, run through niggas blocks like hopscotch [Chorus] [DIALOGUE] TARIQ: I'm sayin, complete and total detriment to society. Yo, a match made in hell, word is bond. A wonderful day for the organization. It's just gon' be perfect for everybody involved. You get money, I get money, everybody get money, everybody shine, as the neighborhood declines [Outro: Sample] (How could anything go wrong?) (How could anything go wrong?)