Love & War Lyrics - Singles - Sauce Money

I heard a rumor in the street, muthafucka was gifted 

Up and comin' nigga might need to get with 

One cat from BK, put him on your hit list 

Sauce Money, fat nigga rip shit 

Heard him on a clue? Tape loved the way he kicked it 

All of a sudden mad labels on his dick 

But muthafuckas who bit it but couldn't fight it forget it 

Couldn't write it or spit it 'cause they couldn't fuck with it 

Then the Puff shit happened, the whole shit shifted 

Tribute to Biggie, God bless your spirit 

Made a mark, now we need a place for the nigga 

Marcy son, faced off with Jigga 

Now he only spittin' for cars that's kitted 

Convicted felons and muthafuckas acquitted 

Never for foul snitches but those who style riches 

Ghetto crack sellin' pros and buck-wild bitches 

First thing they wanna know, 'What's fuckin' with this shit?' 

Jay-Z told 'em, look how many he sold 'em 

'99's my time to shine and control 'em 

Spread ones with sons, guns, I still hold 'em 

Fuck the law, this is what's in store 

When the album drop, we gon' rush the floor 

I tell 'em hit it, every song, come on, we all spit it 

Get on with it, with all my niggas screamin', 'We did it' 

Love and war, thugs and whores 

Nickel-plated nines, three-pound-sevens and four-fours 

We about to flow, blow, stack dough 

On the low, forever shine, niggas better know 

They call me money-earner, received more blows than Tina Turner 

Like the top of the stove, Sauce keep a burner 

Release somethin' that'll heat your sternum 

Flow the sickest, take a AIDS patient a whole week to learn 'em 

So precise, got beef with surgeons 

Feel naked without profanity, every sentence keep a curse in 

Nothin' is bound to touchin' my sound 

The consensus in the street, he ain't fuckin' around 

Got a lot of shit to pop two things when it drop 

Muthafuckas gonna cop and niggas will get shot 

But this is just for the record, though 

Niggas will get naked slow 

If your heat cocked, check it, yo 

No shit, squeeze till your hammer go click 

Fuck these lame-brawl MC's, they all blow dick 

I'm the capital S A U C E 

Better clap at the best way when you see me, nigga 

Love and war, thugs and whores 

Nickel-plated nines, three-pound-sevens and four-fours 

We about to flow, blow, stack dough 

On the low, forever shine, niggas better know