Lyrics

Intro skit: *Uncle Head knocking at door* Head: Kidd Money. Kidd Money, my nigga, open the door, my nigga. Hey let me in, my nigga, open the door. Ay, what's up, my nigga, yeah yeah yeah Kidd: Ayy, ayy who the fuck that is? Ay, ay, oh what's up dog? What's up? Come here dirty, come in. Yuh, what's up, dirty? Head: Ay, you know what time it is dog, a nigga -- my nigga Kidd: Oh okay, okay, let me call Kue Dog, let me call Kue Dog *Kidd Money calls Kue Dog* Kue: Who the fuck callin' my house at this time in the morning? *mumbles tiredly* Kidd: Ay Kue Dog, what's up nigga, this Kidd Money dog, ayy this Kidd Money, it's Kidd Money my nigga Kue: Yo, yo what's up dog, what's up Kidd: Ay lеt's pull a caper dog, it's three 'o clock in the morning, let's go pull a capеr Kue: Yuh, yuh, here I come dog Verse 1 (Kue Dog): First things first Get a hot car then ya dip Waitin on a motherfucker to slip Got that nine in my hand Push in the tape and start the plan (Money and the power, money and the power) Money and the power, but it ain't much Scopin out a nigga I can touch Creep up slow, put that thing to his head If ya buck, pussy nigga yo ass is dead You see my life wasn't shit -- coochie niggas got their shit split Sneakin catch a nigga in his sleep Turn a nigga pink so his -- is weak Hot water, throw it on his ass Straight to the -- a nigga is out of gas But since I'm out I gotta get mine Dip to the house and commence the -- Nigga shootin -- go to thinkin The art of gankin' Verse 2 (Kidd Money): Yeah! Strapped with my nine Down for the -- It's time to creep the scene -- come clean And if ya buck then your ass out of gas Aim for ya chest, pulled the trigger, let it blast I can't stand a fuck nigga anyway I spray with my MAC-10 or my fuckin AK Cause I'm down for the coast Lay down fuck nigga and strip straight to your drawers And tie your ass up Ducktape to your mouth so you won't say fuck And get your money and your dope I do it like a G, yo Kidd Money's no joke Cause I gotta get on (uhh!) I got one in the chamber pointed straight for your dome -- off the other end I do my shit solo, motherfucker -- Nigga shootin -- go to thinkin' Uhh, damn, the art of gankin' Verse 3 (Uncle Head): Uhh, yo Let me tell you about a caper I done did A one hundred thousand dollar bid It was too sweet to get stuck Put a nigga through the front door, and the back door his ass was fucked You see we made a clean getaway (true) Dipped to the house so we could count out our pay Now everybody get butt-ass naked (get butt-ass naked, my nigga) I ain't with it, every nigga I'm checkin Makin sure that I get me Or your ass gots to go that's the way the shit got's to be When it comes to gankin' how ya figure Only trust yourself, never ever trust another nigga Even though we all down When it comes to business, a nigga can't fuck around (fuck around) Since I'm shootin -- I go to thinkin' (shit) Shit, I got's to start gankin' Outro skit: Slow down K-2, slow down, get the pistol dog, watch this, check this out Uh, what's up nigga, huh, uh, uh "Ayy I ain't got nothin, man, I ain't got nothing!" *struggle and commotion* Ayy, okay, okay, I got it I got it dog, let's go, let's go, let's go dog, let's go, uh, ayy, pull off K-2, pull off let's go -- *skrrrrt*