I heard a rumor in the street Motherfucker was gifted Up and coming nigga, might need to get with One cap for BK, put him on your hit list Sauce money, fat nigga rip shit Heard him on the clue tape, loved the way he kicked it All of a sudden, mad labels on his dick But motherfuckers who bit it but couldn't fight it Forget it, couldn't write it or spit it Cause they couldn't fuck with it Then the puff shit happened, the whole shit shifted Tribute to Biggie, God bless your spirit Made a mark, now we need a place for the nigga Marcy's son, faced off with Jigga Now we only spittin' for cars that's kitted Convicted felons and motherfuckers acquitted Never profiled snitches, but those who staled riches In ghettos, rats sellin' frozen buckwild bitches First thing they wanna know is fuckin' with this shit Jay-Z told him, look how many he sold em' 99's my time to shine and control em' Threat ones with sons, guns, I still hold em' Fuck the law, this is what's in store When the album drop, we gon' rush the floor and tell em' hit it Every song, come on, we all spit it Get on with it, with all my niggas screamin' we did it Love and war, thugs and whores Nickel-plated nines, three-pound sevens, and four-fours We about to flow, blow, stack dough On the low, forever shine, niggas better know Love and war, thugs and whores Nickel-plated nines, three-pound sevens, and four-fours We about to flow, blow, stack dough On the low, forever shine, niggas better know They call me money earner Receive more blows than Tina Turner Like the top of the stove, sauce keep a burner Release somethin' that'll heat your sternums Flow the sickest, take a AIDS patient a whole week to learn em' So precise, got beef with surgeons Feel naked without profanity, every sentence keep recursin' Nothin' is bound to touchin' my sound The consistence in the street, he ain't fuckin' around Got a lot of shit to pop, two things when it drop Motherfuckers gonna cop and niggas will get shot But this is just for the record, though Niggas will get naked slow If your heat cop, check it, yo No shit, squeeze to your hammer, go click Fuck these flame-broiled emcees, they all blow dick I'm the captain, S-A-U-C-E Better clap in the best way when you see me, nigga Love and war, thugs and whores Nickel-plated nines, three-pound sevens, and four-fours We about to flow, blow, stack dough On the low, forever shine, niggas better know Love and war, thugs and whores Nickel-plated nines, three-pound sevens, and four-fours We about to flow, blow, stack dough On the low, forever shine, niggas better know Love and war, thugs and whores Nickel-plated nines, three-pound sevens, and four-fours We about to flow, blow, stack dough On the low, forever shine, niggas better know Love and war, thugs and whores Nickel-plated nines, three-pound sevens, and four-fours We about to flow, blow, stack dough On the low, forever shine, niggas better know Love and war, thugs and whores Nickel-plated nines, three-pound sevens, and four-fours We about to flow, blow, stack dough On the low, forever shine, niggas better know