Video Love Y War de Sauce Money 2024 Lyrics Lyrics

Sauce Money - Love Y War Lyrics

Love & war Song Lyrics
Love & war by Sauce Money [ VERSE 1 ]
I heard a rumor in the street, muthaf**ka was gifted
Up and comin nigga, might need to get with
One cat from BK, put him on your hitlist
Sauce Money, fat nigga rip sh*t
Heard him on a Clue? tape, loved the way he kicked it
All of a sudden mad labels on his dick
But muthaf**kas who bit it but couldn't fight it forget it
Couldn't write it or spit it cause they couldn't f**k with it
Then the Puff sh*t happened, the whole sh*t 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 muthaf**kas acquitted
Never for foul snitches, but those who style riches
Ghetto crack sellin pros and buckwild b**ches
First thing they wanna know: what's f**kin with this sh*t?
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
f**k 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"

[ CHORUS ]
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

[ VERSE 2 ]
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 f**kin around
Got a lot of sh*t to pop, two things when it drop:
Muthaf**kas 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 sh*t, squeeze till your hammer go click
f**k 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

[ CHORUS ]