Soul in the Hole movie - Against the Grain lyrics
rate meSong by Sauce Money<br /><br>
"Watch out for your friends"<br>
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Aiyo, aiyo, you you you got that thing for me, huh?<br>
You thought I was layin it? No no I ain't layin it, I'm takin it<br>
You don't understand? You confused?<br>
How bout if I stuck your fuckin head thru that window<br>
that would unconfuse you right?<br>
Thought I was layin it, give me the fuckin money, come on<br>
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I'm blamin lame ass rappers frontin for famin<br>
I should open up a casino for all the games you playin<br>
I'm sayin, everyday in a different namin<br>
Plus they homos now, big black niggas flamin<br>
We stressin, that you don't be stressin us<br>
And if you GS and GS then don't be B-S'n us<br>
Just be B-S'n logicly, not like that we be guessin<br>
Because the truth need no modesty<br>
Cristal to spring water, Bacardi whatever<br>
What it is is what it is, we can party together<br>
You know how the game goes when your name grows<br>
But still love is love, fuckin the same hoes<br>
Against the grain goes the souped-up rapper, he spittin venom<br>
So now we gotta get wit him<br>
And do the ten thing, frightenin, while his mens cling<br>
Then watch blood extract out his ass like ginseng<br>
It all ends with all of his mens hit<br>
and now our future friendship, strictly forensic<br>
But that's the life we livin, drivin, that's how we driven<br>
Strivin, you must be robbin, cos I ain't giving, shoot ya guns<br>
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Now when we bless this, with precise shit<br>
that we suffice with, we keep your mentals lit<br>
Now when we bless this.......<br>
"Watch out..."<br>
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I see ya overly concernin, ya insides burnin<br>
Mad at the fact Sauce is earnin, with more niggas than Mark Furman<br>
Ya never learnin learnin, never been so determined<br>
Not to be concerned with ya sermon, wheels of fortune still turnin<br>
Still street caviar remains untouched<br>
For Sauce Money cheeseburger deluxe<br>
Screamin what's the croc's fienin, dough we rake off <br>
While you hailin for cabs we, taxi for take-off<br>
Fake crews and units is dubbin<br>
Get ya whole clan wiped out, no scrubbin<br>
For the description given, chapstick flappin<br>
Pistol-whippin nigga rappin, sell arms to keep em clappin<br>
Gungho chicks squeeze for me, crazy G's for me<br>
To see cheese come easily for me<br>
In the same arenas, ain't gotta state his name, you seen us<br>
Few bundles of dope never came between us<br>
Sippin on Bay Breeze's, now we higher than Venus<br>
Comparin thumbs, tryin to see who's the greenest<br>
High strung, no relief pitcher off my tounge<br>
Ace of the staff, Sauce back-to-back Cy Young<br>
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Now when we bless this, with precise shit<br>
that we suffice with, we keep your mentals lit<br>
[repeat x3]<br>
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In the club lit, listen to all my niggas hit<br>
Bitches love me for this disrespectful shit<br>
Fuck em, the only thing I'm with is large amounts, clear<br>
Money the only thing that counts here<br>
By any means like Malcolm<br>
X marks the spot, you know the outcome<br>
Income, never outdone<br>
Rap star, hit the stage dipped in tar<br>
Other crews muerto, can't fuck with this concierto<br>
Too fecicous so I drop new releases til your crew deceases<br>
Screw your pieces, fuck your thesis<br>
Fuck your speeches and fuck your beef<br>
Cos when my crew aim, do more than brush your teeth<br>
It'll split your shit, when it hit your shit<br>
If you don't want your shit hit, don't forget your shit<br>
We don't spar, we aimin all niggas to Allah<br>
When it's spent and to the nazarine if ya 85 Percent<br>
Do what I gotta, straight shot of Jack<br>
Amareddo colada for my bitch in the back<br>
Never bluffin, never rap for nothin<br>
Rap flow, don't love it, sincerely yours, Sauce motherfuck it<br>
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