Orientation (radio Edit)

Sauce Money

* the author will rewrite and resubmit this when the LP is released




Lotta y'all dudes is WEAK!



So what? I said it!



I heard all y'all albums




This is for you Tommy Tucker's you know em neighborhood suckers



We all got em stupid {motherfuckers}



Wannabe rap brothers bitin ass rappers who love us



Idolize us keep it real can't touch us



Slick rapper far from a snitch rapper



A trick rapper, put the {dick} upon a sick rapper



Where it's at rapper, rollin with the {?} rapper



Fat rapper, batter get your {heat} clapper



I'm that rapper, one you can't even crush



Type of cat that {shit in your} crib and don't even flush



Type of cat when you see him that you wantin to touch



Like you Russell Simmons but, you ain't in no Rush



Cause when it all hit the fan, who the hell can you trust?



Duck in the water? Pity, where the hell can you go?



Who the hell can you get? When I'm ready to {hit}?



When you hear my name I make you hate spaghetti n {shit}



{?} if I get caught in a lie



{Bottle rockets} light you up like the 4th of July



I don't need your help son I got support from the sky



Write fluid, I'm a definite, you might do it



Jiggy with {ones and guns} I got a right to it



Forget against the wall, I send your man right through it



Tattooed like Mike did it, leave you lightheaded



Swear to God, y'all cats better act like Christ said it




Hey yo yo who the hell this Sauce {nigga}



you talkin to man? Arrogant {bastard}



Chubby mother{fucker}, you think you alla that man?



I can't even stand to hear this {shit} no more man




Hey you know what {motherfucker}? It don't stop there



I'ma solidify my rap spot til it's not fair



Nothin