Where's my money GTA 4 sound (исполнитель: Busta Rhymes)
[INTRO:] Ayo Green... I feel like I'm turnin green too! From Bill [bad word] b!... to some incredible Hulk [bad word] I don't even know why u give me [bad word] like this to spit to? I'm sure we speak the same language [bad word] you [bad word] .. pay me! [VERSE 1:] (HAA) Wait a minute... came to go get it... ranger [bad word] Whenever [bad word] to paper... better know I'm major with it Make it rain a major blizzard... leather alligator lizard I Talledega race any challenger name a didgit Even if on the slightest you take a smidget or dare touch my revenue I slice you with the razor quit it Icey till I make it frigid... (BURRRR)... The laws of physics says it's getting cold... my money taller than a hall of midgets I get up all up in it Kickin down the door (Who is it!?) [bad word] I be the crew of bill collectors... pay the mall a visit After cleanin bank accounts you questioned if I gave a [bad word] if not I tell the [bad word] so you could tell em that the player did It(HEYAAA) It's ok I say a prayer it's the mayor bititch slayer givin you another layer of the data tritick Bust rhymes... hittin you with punch lines Funny how I [bad word] dimes... [bad word] you know I want mine Where my [bad word] money? ! [HOOK:] I ain't speakin foreign... you know what I'm saying Better have my bread [bad word] I ain't playin [bad word] .. where my [bad word] money?) Mark every word... spoken reddish so your [bad word] If you think I'm jokin? [bad word] .. where my [bad word] money?) Think I still ain't crazy cause I cut my dread And if you short my cake I'm off side of your head [bad word] where my [bad word] money?) [VERSE 2:] (OHHHH) Critical it's pitifull I'm cynical How I deliver lyricals and take these other niggas paper Topsy-tervy contraversy I'm so thirsty go no mercy For some of these [bad word] .. I collect my money now and later Keep it movin with the clique... while making [bad word] hit the strip Cake up everyday I wake I RATE the way my money flip I want it's mine... borderline... call it crime... all the shine I'm takin it Ain't no mistakin it [bad word] what's yours is mine No need to second guess it check I'm the gloss and grind the gritty and the floss, the profit and the loss all intertwined Because I profit from your losses You don't want it... you should get it In the hood with you money... I extended my line of credit The medic... doctor ryhmes that put you on a dihharettic shrinkin up a [bad word] pockets Simple niggaz style pathetic Bust rhymes... hittin you with punch lines Funny how I [bad word] dimes... [bad word] you know I want mine Where my [bad word] money? ! [HOOK:] I ain't speakin foreign... you know what I'm saying Better have my bread [bad word] I ain't playin [bad word] .. where my [bad word] money?) Mark every word... spoken reddish so your [bad word] If you think I'm jokin? [bad word] .. where my [bad word] money?) Think I still ain't crazy cause I cut my dread And if you short my cake I'm off side of your head [bad word] where my [bad word] money?)