Sauce Money Lyrics     A Brooklyn emcee and longtime ghostwriter to many rap superstars (he wrote Puffy's Grammy-winning tribute to Biggie, "I'll Be Missing You"), Sauce Money has been on the scene for some time. After hot verses on Jay-Z's early records, he released his own album Middle Finger U in 1999. His rhymes stick to familiar topics: bragging, street life, etc. peppered with sharp punch lines and a confrontational attitude. Beats are handled by an assortment of NYC all-stars, including Premier and Marley Marl. Download Sauce Money MP3s here Buy rare Sauce Money vinyl records, CDs and rare music albums: Middle Finger U

Sauce Money Song Lyric: Chart Climbin’ [sauce money] Mc rhymin.. .. uhh uhh Uhh, uh uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh Mc, mc, m-a-r-c-y Uhh, uh.. Mc rhymin, chart climbin With the baguettes, roley shinin We smokin the best trees, I bet some skins on it I got a se, twenty inch rims on it I got playaz who wanna kill me but love to speak nigga Cause I got a freak every day of the week They just fake friends, they hope the shit ends (fuck you) They see the dough my click spend in the big benz They think it’s sweet, now we rock cubans with diamonds in em But if they sleep (what? ) hell is where i’ma send em I know it’s beef cause I don’t wanna be rhymin wit em They wanna act like bitches, time to split em What the deal ma? heard I was boss ha? On the real, wanna hear it from the sauce ha? You like the way I do it? I just gotta spit I got flow doughs hoes and a lot of hits Chorus: sauce money (repeat 4x) Mc rhymin, chart climbin Together we talk the talk, forever we walk the walk [sauce money] In the trial my niggaz’ll squeeze for the general Mp’s holdin my heat, nigga run wild I dial, executioners, go the extra mile Nigga cock that, lose a screw when it pop black Never provoke toast, niggaz get ghost most You couldn’t be my family, we never spoke close You spit that yo shit, I say nosotros Don’t fuck with them dudes, think them niggaz homos I’m talkin the bad bitches, you on some funny shit You go for broke? I go for gettin money kid I grab your homebase, now she give new honey head To all you donnie brasco’s, I’m sonny red I split a weak nigga cheek quick, with one of those Fuck a physique wrapped tighter than mummy clothes Off looks alone probably get to touch em all light But because of the flow, now I fuck em all night Chorus [sauce money] You like dough baby? work hard and you can get that But in the meantime, let me hit that Get you down on all fours, like a kit-kat I’m tryin to split that, shouldn’ta did that In and out with the quickness now what could make the brother stop? Nothin, well maybe if the rubber pop And even then that might not slow me down I’m bout to go to town, wanna come? show me now Singular most mc’s bringin your toast I run roughshod rip rap stars and roast I don’t brag or boast, I only speak in facts And if I say you seven days, how weak/week is that? Fatal to niggaz that’s unable to ride wit me You better decide who side or collide wit me The very last rapper tragically he died swiftly You been warned motherfuckers, now come and get me Chorus [sauce money] Mc.. Together we talk the talk, forever we walk the walk (4x) Get This Ringtone Against The Grain Chart Climbin’ Do You See Face Off 2000 For My Hustlaz Intruder Alert Love War Middle Finger U Pre-game Say Unkle We Gonna Rock What We Do What’s My Name

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