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Correct Ya Money Or Ya Life Lyrics
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Scarface
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Correct Ya Money Or Ya Life
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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 Racin 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 Chorus: Don't want no money I want your life Don't want no money I want your life We straight niggas roll subtractors gettin down ain't no factor We just like boys in the hood wit no actors Jack you got niggas dow to come find you And heat your ass up and leave your yesterdays behind you Remind you a niggas definition means killa 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 muther fucker left standin is stranded And I want it all and that's that Bitch you got to play wit your life not scratch Chorus If any nigga at the top of his game then you can't hate him Just watch for niggas who thinkin they game but they can't fade him I'll cross spray you you makin your moves and I'll spray you I promise the same promise that the game promise When mutha fuckers 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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