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I heard a rumor in the street, muthafucka was gifted
Up and comin' *** might need to get with
One cat from BK, put him on your hit list
Sauce Money, fat *** rip ***
Heard him on a clue? Tape loved the way he kicked it
All of a sudden mad labels on his ***
But muthafuckas who bit it but couldn't fight it forget it
Couldn't write it or spit it 'cause they couldn't *** with it
Then the Puff *** happened, the whole *** shifted
Tribute to Biggie, God bless your spirit
Made a mark, now we need a place for the ***
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 ***
First thing they wanna know, 'What's ***' with this ***?'
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
*** 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 *** screamin', 'We did it'
Love and war, thugs and ***
Nickel-plated nines, three-pound-sevens and four-fours
We about to flow, blow, stack dough
On the low, forever shine, *** 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 ***' around
Got a lot of *** to pop two things when it drop
Muthafuckas gonna cop and *** will get shot
But this is just for the record, though
*** will get naked slow
If your heat cocked, check it, yo
No ***, squeeze till your hammer go click
*** these lame-brawl MC's, they all blow ***
I'm the capital S A U C E
Better clap at the best way when you see me, ***
Love and war, thugs and ***
Nickel-plated nines, three-pound-sevens and four-fours
We about to flow, blow, stack dough
On the low, forever shine, *** better know