Gates to the 8

[Chorus: C-Money & Money]
Serving [?] bring them dracs out, blow that [?] goddamn
Gang up in here [?] shit, boy you too soft, taking shit
Gotta blow that smoke up, better not move without this stick
Came from nothing, talk about broke [?]
[?]
Don't worry bout nothing, won't tuck my chain, I'm with the shit
Two Glocks on my homies, when I [?] make it quick
Ain't nervous in this bitch, cause we got 30's, we got sticks
I swerve up in this bitch, won't say a word up in this bitch

[Verse 1: big30]
Chopper house with murderers, they robbin and they [?]
Glocks in here, dracs and shit
[?] race that bitch
In the North with C-Money, got the [?], we breaking shit
Six and eight [?], we break on tricks
Got my chain on with my glizzy, told you you better not play in here
Slide with me, snakes in here
Don't do what I say in here
Kelos from my hood, and I got snipers from the bay in here
[?] got the K, [?] something, we gon spray in here

[Bridge: Money]
[?] beg your parden, we don't do no talking to artists
[?] pull up guns like they [?]
Got bout six in the carbin, [?]
When I pull up [?], won't let shit slide like the [?]
[?] I spark it, me [?]
We gon pull up [?] like it's robbery
Seventy five up in the clip, I gave him thirty three
Play with me, and I put hollos in your arderies
[?] play no part [?]

[Chorus: C-Money & Money]
Serving [?] bring them dracs out, blow that [?] goddamn
Gang up in here [?] shit, boy you too soft, taking shit
Gotta blow that smoke up, better not move without this stick
Came from nothing, talk about broke [?]
[?]
Don't worry bout nothing, won't tuck my chain, I'm with the shit
Two Glocks on my homies, when I [?] make it quick
Ain't nervous in this bitch, cause we got 30's, we got sticks
I swerve up in this bitch, won't say a word up in this bitch

[Verse 2: TP Stacks]
I'm with 30, we got dirty 30's in [?]
[?] my opps, you [?] don't get [?]
[?] you can try your luck, but you gon die though
[?] talking bout [?] let off shots [?]
[?] with me, if I tell him pop off, he gon knock your top off
He was [?] walking out the [?] house and [?]
Talking wreckless, this shit get you slumped, rapped up in a trunk
[?] can't get caught for nothing, [?] in a dump

[Verse 3: Money]
Shoot you in your back like Ricky, nigniggas mouse like Mickey
I want my bread in a jiffy, [?] bread like Jiffy
[?] new Glock extention, blue hundreds like Nipsey
Pull up on your block, and shoot till my new Glock is empty
[?] so don't tempt me
Imma smoke out [?] you niggas smoke that [?]
Ice up on my neck, it got me shining like a [?]
And fuck you like a quicky, if you ever went against me

[Chorus: C-Money & Money]
Serving [?] bring them dracs out, blow that [?] goddamn
Gang up in here [?] shit, boy you too soft, taking shit
Gotta blow that smoke up, better not move without this stick
Came from nothing, talk about broke [?]
[?]
Don't worry bout nothing, won't tuck my chain, I'm with the shit
Two Glocks on my homies, when I [?] make it quick
Ain't nervous in this bitch, cause we got 30's, we got sticks
I swerve up in this bitch, won't say a word up in this bitch