Hands On The Pump

[Intro: DJ KaySlay]

Yeah it's DJ KaySlay the Drama King

I'm in the house with my nigga Sauce Money

Memphis Bleek, holdin it down from the East coast

And from the West, I got my nigga Game

All you bitch-ass niggaz, y'all better fall the fuck back

Y'all know how this shit is about to go down

Yo homie, what's your name?

[Sauce Money]

My name is Money, that much is true

Listen up, this what I'm gon' do

I won't wait for you to get a lil' bigger

I hit you with the tec-9, lil' nigga

Look at him - red as a muh'fucker

Hah! Dead as a muh'fucker

Unassisted - aiyyo you shoulda

been there Bleek, too late, you missed it

Cock back my biscuit

Like a fat chick and chocolate, I can't resist it

Didn't believe you, so for your big ol' ego

I got a big ol' Eagle

Gotta give the people

not a fuckin chance to see you inside the sequel

Son I stay stuck in rude

So when they see me comin they like, "Damn, here come this fuckin dude!"

You know'm sayin Memph'?

Brooklyn what's up?

Got to take this shit back

Let's hit 'em with the hook son

[Chorus: Memphis Bleek]

Sawed-off shotgun, hand on the pump

Sippin that Arme', puffin on a blunt

All I know is my shit better bump

La la la la la-la la lahhhh

[Memphis Bleek]

What, yo yo.

You know Bleek always smokin that "La La La" - you right

Groupies they be actin too crazy, tell 'em they too hype

They want leave with a G like Eas'

Educated the bullshit, got a degree in these streets

But - I dare a nigga act all crazy

The tec'll tear his back all crazy

And you know I stay bent off the Arme'

Regardless if solo or I'm deep with my amry

I rep - straight from the jacked M-P

If I put the tec up I gotta tote the D.E

But wait! You know I'm ridin with Sauce

And we ridin this song from out the Robb Report

Dawg, I'm from the street, from the best I'm taught

I'll get your man tied and lost, fuck the cost

Got a couple of my killers who stand by

And I'm G-Force stat' nigga, never fly stand-by

Uhh, jeah, you know

Put this shit right back in the street, huh?

Brooklyn shit, Sauce

Let's bring the hook back, here we go yo

[Chorus]

[The Game]

Dip through N-Y, black Impala, matchin interior

Cali plates, I'm that serious

Niggaz think the kid a joke

'til that .38-revolver spin like hundred spokes

Homie I bring the drama (drama)

Sleep on The Game and get left in wooden pajamas

Nigga I ain't easy son

But I break up rock/Roc like DipSet and M-Easy son

I'm a B-L-double-O-D

Hardest nigga since S-N-double-O-P

And all this beef got blood in my eye

Aftermath motherfucker, you could love it or die

Keep Dre name out your mouth boy

Or get your +Bones Crushed+ like them Dirty South boys

I'm a "Menace," fuck Kane and O-Dog

Since I was ten I had 'caine and O's, dawg

I ain't lyin (I ain't lyin)

They gave Eazy AIDS, so why should I give a FUCK about dyin?

And the day Jay retire

I'ma park next to the throne, in a Maybach on gold wires, yeah

[Chorus]

[Outro: DJ KaySlay]

Yeah you bitch-ass motherfuckers

"Hands on the Pump"

Fuck around, find yo' ass slump

One hitta quitta, yes {*gunshots*}