Artist: Streetz & Young Deuces Album: Money Marathon Song: Money on Deck Typed by: Young_Deuces_EMP@yahoo.com [Streetz] I got hustle Shots Lift ya Chest Cavities wit no muscle Pitbull, Rockwilderd no muzzle Bitches don't drink my kids they guzzle Gem star, A-R turn ya Puzzle Arm over their, Leg over their Nigga be ware Ima beast on the loose, I need a stray jacket I'm insane in da coupe, I switch lanes poof No where to be found, you know I gets down These other niggaz frontin they aint runnin the town Outside of the Milly you's a nobody Jump stupid and you get bodied, that's for anybody Duck down when the hammer spit Black fur got a nigga feelin panda-ish Pose for the cam-e-ras, ima star You lookin for the best nigga yea we are (ha ha) [Chorus - repeat 2X] Money On Deck (Check), Money On Deck (Check) Money On Deck (Check), Money On Deck I need all dat guap, All dat Money If you aint bout paper you can fall back dummy I got [Young Deuces] Heart of a lion, buily like an ape, face of a refugee They put me in da game, winded, wit no referee And since a lot of niggaz stressin me I'ma fight till I'm gone, ima give em all what's left of me I rep da Brew, nigga city I love I stay bent, blowin sticky what you expect ima thug I came straight from the crack of the slumz When you talk about the greatest out the milly nigga I am the one, one You see the pain in m eyes from past crisis I don't wana talk or cry so I writes it Young boy, hustle, survive in five vices A rebel wit a cause, I'm twisted so I fights it I like it, Mikey, who he might be Killain da booth where da mic be You need geikee, geico, psycho Deuces be dat nigga on point like a rifle [Chorus] [Bridge: repeat 2X] We gettin Money over here and shit over dere E'ry body put cha fuckin hands in dere We got (Money on Deck) got (Money On Deck) Got (Money On Deck) Got (Money On Deck)