Hook   Max B:   Let's get these riches 'fore they lock us up   They comin', let's get up outta here, yeah   Tryna get these riches 'fore they lock us up, they comin'   Oh shit, shit   Tryna get these vests 'fore they pop us up, they gunnin'   Rest in peace Sean Bell   She said that lovin' you give me is not enough   Keep it a hunned      Verse 1   Max B:   Yeah, I pop that Cru and fill the cup up to the line, take a swig   I don't wig, I just taste it wit'a big   Had to taste 'em with that cig', couple blocks ya off bounds   It's hard to dip it nigga with that 4 pound   Max is in The Source now, XXL   Stuntin' in the bubble, got a bunch of fishscales   Got a bunch of brick scales, I just felt myself   Fuckin' all these bitches, I can't help myself   Sorta like addiction, fornication, that's some sick shit   Sin against the body, that's some flick shit   This is my prediction, two years from now, probably pitfall   Trenton State, staring at the brick wall   Shit y'all, get off the boat, get your surfboards   You niggaz all soft like Nerf balls, squirt y'all   Squirt, yeah, filthy fuckin' maggots   Niggaz think that when he clean he got filthy money, bastards      Hook   Max B:   Let's get these riches 'fore they lock us up   They comin', let's get up outta here, yeah   Tryna get these riches 'fore they lock us up, they comin'   Oh shit, shit   Tryna get these vests 'fore they pop us up, they gunnin'   Rest in peace Sean Bell   She said that lovin' you give me is not enough   Keep it a hunned      Verse 2   Mac Mustard:   In any situation, bet we top what they got   They addicts, them niggaz need detox and Day Ty'   So many drugs it's hard to mention, in your addiction   Got you in desperate need, of a intervention   Takin' hits after hit factory, your shit wack to me   In fact, you niggaz can come and get a sack from me   Surprised your still gettin' studio time, go do you a crime   Be true to yor grind, come and get you a dime   And you can take the pain away, forget that   All the niggaz say ya gay, kiss that nigga mouth till ya tooth decay   Truthfully, I can care less   When you in Harlem, wear a vest that come all over your neck   I'll be all over your set, all over your vet   Take a piss in the chinchilla till all over is wet   I'll be all over your 'jects, you can't even creep through, you're see-through   Strapped with that black Eagle, Vigilante      Hook   Max B:   Let's get these riches 'fore they lock us up   They comin', let's get up outta here, yeah   Tryna get these riches 'fore they lock us up, they comin'   Oh shit, shit   Tryna get these vests 'fore they pop us up, they gunnin'   Rest in peace Sean Bell   She said that lovin' you give me is not enough   Keep it a hunned      Verse 3   Al Pac:   I'm what the hood love, I got the streets buzzin'   I do this shit for the city, you know the streets love it   They yellin' "Gotti hard", man I just keep it real   I got a fetish for gettin' fetti and packin' steel   You cowards hate nigga, I know they wanna hurt me   Gain Greene is the team, we got you niggaz thirsty   We yellin' "Fuck the fuzz", we puff the finest bud   These bitches show us love, rockin' the finest studs   Who got the Mac blastin', niggaz fag-splashin'   Big blacl Magnum, dog, black-bag 'em   Send you to your maker, man I don't fuck around   Pussies get outta line then I'ma put 'em down   I'm ridin' with my nigga, until the end of time   I'll put a whole in ya head if you don't give me mine   Now Pac goin' hard, fuck what you niggaz thought   Run up on Biggavell' and I'ma knock 'em off      Hook   Max B:   Let's get these riches 'fore they lock us up   They comin', let's get up outta here, yeah   Tryna get these riches 'fore they lock us up, they comin'   Oh shit, shit   Tryna get these vests 'fore they pop us up, they gunnin'   Rest in peace Sean Bell   She said that lovin' you give me is not enough   Keep it a hunned