Streetz & Young Deuces - Money On Deck (Money Marathon) Lyrics

[Streetz:]
I got hustle
Shots Lift ya Chest Cavities with no muscle
Pitbull, Rockwilderd no muzzle
Bitches don't drink my kids they guzzle
Gem star, A-R turn ya Puzzle
Arm over their, Leg over their
Nigga be ware
I'm a beast on the loose, I need a stray jacket
I'm insane in da coupe, I switch lanes poof
No where to be found, you know I gets down
These other niggaz frontin they ain't runnin the town
Outside of the Milly you's a nobody
Jump stupid and you get bodied, that's for anybody
Duck down when the hammer spit
Black fur got a nigga feelin panda-ish
Pose for the cam-e-ras, I'm a star
You lookin for the best nigga yea we are (ha ha)

[Chorus: x2]
Money On Deck (Check), Money On Deck (Check)
Money On Deck (Check), Money On Deck
I need all dat guap, All dat Money
If you ain't bout paper you can fall back dummy
I got

[Young Deuces:]
Heart of a lion, buily like an ape, face of a refugee
They put me in da game, winded, with no referee
And since a lot of niggaz stressin me
I'm a fight till I'm gone, I'm a give em all what's left of me
I rep da Brew, nigga city I love
I stay bent, blowin sticky what you expect I'm a thug
I came straight from the crack of the slumz
When you talk about the greatest out the milly nigga I am the one, one
You see the pain in m eyes from past crisis
I don't wana talk or cry so I writes it
Young boy, hustle, survive in five vices
A rebel with a cause, I'm twisted so I fights it
I like it, Mikey, who he might be
Killain da booth where da mic be
You need geikee, geico, psycho
Deuces be dat nigga on point like a rifle

[Chorus]

[Bridge: x2]
We gettin Money over here and shit over dere
E'ry body put cha f*ckin hands in dere
We got (Money on Deck) got (Money On Deck)
Got (Money On Deck) Got (Money On Deck)