Ya money or ya life

One up for the hustlers and two times for the mathematics Long as I can grind I'm scratching Stacking cause moneys got a funny way of finding Your ass this coming out your account when you start the climbing and blindly got you on a major chase for paper And now you got your eyes on my vault tryin' to take my paper The vapors will leave niggas wit dreams to face satan I'm pacin' with infa-red beams just waiting Hatin' and I don't cause the conversation He spoke wit his killer but now he's got to face him Racin cause off in these streets you aint promised tomorrow So if you bring pain I bring sorrow I warn you aint never been down to die slowly Surely I got niggas down to die for me You owe me and I want it all and that's that Bitch you got to pay wit your life not scratch