Song Lyrics Sauce Money - Orientation Radio Edit    [Lyrics & Song Text Archive] lyrics archive>> S>> Sauce Money Singer Lyrics [Sauce Money other resources]>> Orientation Radio Edit Song Lyrics Author/Artist/Singer: Sauce Money Music Title/Track: Orientation Radio Edit Theme ID: 5729 Album: N/A the author will rewrite and resubmit this when the LP is released Lotta y'all dudes is WEAK! So what? I said it! I heard all y'all albums This is for you Tommy Tucker's you know em neighborhood suckers We all got em stupid {motherfuckers} Wannabe rap brothers bitin ass rappers who love us Idolize us keep it real can't touch us Slick rapper far from a snitch rapper A trick rapper, put the {dick} upon a sick rapper Where it's at rapper, rollin with the {?} rapper Fat rapper, batter get your {heat} clapper I'm that rapper, one you can't even crush Type of cat that {shit in your} crib and don't even flush Type of cat when you see him that you wantin to touch Like you Russell Simmons but, you ain't in no Rush Cause when it all hit the fan, who the hell can you trust? Duck in the water? Pity, where the hell can you go? Who the hell can you get? When I'm ready to {hit}? When you hear my name I make you hate spaghetti n {shit} {?} if I get caught in a lie {Bottle rockets} light you up like the 4th of July I don't need your help son I got support from the sky Write fluid, I'm a definite, you might do it Jiggy with {ones and guns} I got a right to it Forget against the wall, I send your man right through it Tattooed like Mike did it, leave you lightheaded Swear to God, y'all cats better act like Christ said it Hey yo yo who the hell this Sauce {nigga} you talkin to man? Arrogant {bastard} Chubby mother{fucker}, you think you alla that man? I can't even stand to hear this {shit} no more man Hey you know what {motherfucker}? It don't stop there I'ma solidify my rap spot til it's not fair Nothin to do with it, rappers, sayin, "Glad it was them" Somethin to do with it, rappers, don't be glad it was them Inspire men, or some R&B {nigga} who buy it ten With Mya in it, {bitchin} from the way the tires spin My whole circle is hot, like when the dryer spin You just a cub kid, trapped off in a lion's den Lookin for love? Not here, you found hate stupid I run with a 112 kids who {fucked} _Cupid_ Plus got head, see my eyes bloodshot red Hands Where I Can See like Bust-a said I lead by example kid, must I led? Last thing you hear is {shots} and every cuss I said Real rappers walkin away, paramedics walkin your way Crackin jokes while I'm talkin to Jay Gettin {pussy} from four dimes from New York in a day This flow here is stainless, what you thought it was clay? Thought it was gold? Only thing it bought was your soul Split your wig then confuse you for that fork in the road I don't play with wack rappers, I slay wack rappers Only aim {to the head and leave dead} wack rappers Cats wanna front, and don't trust my hits? Don't buy the album, {bitch motherfucker} I'm the {shit} Better forget it just to be specific Cause if you the one, then I'm two/too terrific Better relax, 'fore you get it twisted It's to the death now, if you make the {shit}list Forget your lingo, and how you primadonna rappers mingle I'm real money, fold up, you funny money, jingle News flash, here's a hot {ass} item to bring you Had a car, Roley, and house before my first single I know how y'all cats roll, quiet as a tear My album ain't even dropped and I'm writer of the year I got hits, find me in your record store under hot hits While you register, under not hits I drop hits in the streets that {?} Show after show, watch him, big as I roll Y'all know the rules fool jewels women and dough Did you hear? I'm the fattest nicest rapper you know Now I hurt another brother, just to gain a buck The few cats that's not {faggots} just aim to duck If you happen to sell half weight your game is luck Who write for you? You all sound the same, lame as {fuck} Can't control it, tried to sell it, heard it the way you told it Who bought it? And if you sold it? Extort it For somethin I might of {smoked up} roll it Never get grimy as me, I {fuck} around and snake {?}, hold it I got both sides of the fence in minute I got hits with Jay, Clark, Primo, and none of my wheels rented I got a smash with Puff bout to drop any minute Related Lyrics Random lyrics: Among The Colors, Away From Here, Blue, Green, Gun Metal Grey, She Was Cruel, Thursday Morning, Action, Action (Remix), Ay, Ay, Ay, Bag Da Biscuit, Bag Da Biscuit (Aint Nuttin But A...), Bag Da Biscuit (Aint Nuttin But A...), Bag Da Biscuit Basement Mix, Body Language, California, Cant Touch Us, Cant Touch Us, Check For Me, Comin Up, Comin Up, Da Proffesional, Father Time, Father Time Remix, Fine Line, Fineline, Hate Runs Deep, Innovations, Kalifornia, Keep it Movin, Keep it Movin Edit, Kill Or Be Killed, Money or Love Edit, Ps and Qs, Play Dis 99 Sox Remix, Play Dis remix, Rollin, Rollin, Something 4 Da Streets, Suga Daddy, The Professional, Ultimate Rush, Vietnam, WKYA, Body Language, Play Dis (Remix), Ultimate Rush, Hate Runs Deep, Rollin, Innovations, Other Sauce Money song Lyrics Against the grain Lyrics Do You See Lyrics Face Off 2000 Lyrics For My Hustlaz Lyrics Intruder Alert Lyrics Love War Lyrics Middle Finger U Lyrics Pre Game Lyrics Pre-Game Lyrics Say Unkle Lyrics ...Show All Other Artists Sauce Money f Jay Lyrics Saucer Lyrics Saukrates Lyrics Saukrates F/ Choclair Lyrics Saukrates F/ Common Sense Lyrics Saukrates F/ Heltah Skeltah Lyrics Saukrates F/ Marvel Lyrics Saukrates F/ Masta Ase, O.C. 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