"Ya Money or Ya Life" as written by Joseph Johnson and Brad Jordan....
One up for the hustlers and two times for the mathematics
Long as I can grind I'm scratching
Stacking cause moneys got a funny way of finding
Your ass this coming out your account when you start the climbing
And blindly got you on a major chase for paper
And now you got your eyes on my vault tryin' to take my paper
The vapors will leave niggas wit dreams to face Satan
I'm pacin' with infa-red beams just waiting
Hatin' and I don't cause the conversation
He spoke wit his killer but now he's got to face him
Racing cause off in these streets you ain't promised tomorrow
So if you bring pain I bring sorrow
I warn you ain't never been down to die slowly
Surely I got niggas down to die for me
You owe me and I want it all and that's that
Bitch you got to pay wit your life not scratch

Don't want no money
I want your life
Don't want no money
I want your life

We straight niggas roll subtractors getting down ain't no factor
We just like boys in the hood wit no actors
Jack you got niggas down to come find you
And heat your ass up and leave your yesterdays behind you
Remind you a niggas definition means killer
If he out of paper he gots to go bring the skrilla
Stretch you ain't never seen drama like I can bring it
I'll wet you and leave you face down for no reason
I seen it ain't many ways that you can change it
I'm dangerous society got me stamped so I'm gon' blame it
Aiming and if you cal canning at the planet
Stampin' any mother fucker left standing is stranded
And I want it all and that's that
Bitch you got to play wit your life not scratch


If any nigga at the top of his game then you can't hate him
Just watch for niggas who thinking they game but they can't fade him
I'll cross spray you you making your moves and I'll spray you
I promise the same promise that the game promise
When motherfuckers step on my turf I bring drama
How dare you niggas flip the grip check
I'll leave you shipwrecked in the valley of death dry wit your shit wet
I'm down to die for my shit I'll put the hood on it
I got my balls on this shit that puts the wood on it
I got this strap I call the mind changer
I'm more for realer than the shit that I kick when I feel that I'm danger
I'll leave your family wit a fuck you note
Where the fuck you wrote
You pay wit your life now fuck you broke

[Chorus: x4]

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"Ya Money or Ya Life" as written by Joseph Johnson Brad Jordan

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