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[Verse 1] The soldiers, the hitch men, fightin for the dough Allow me to give it to you, right from the door Walkin through the steps of the rise and the fall hall Of an empire, coming to the floor Through the wire like eight on a string Where they gon' sting ya when it comes to that cold Soldiers, hoes in, vultures lurkin Lookin for that work in Hopin, they could make a couple dollars Off another mothafuckin bloody murder It's the problem but no hoe, it's the quality of knowin that the part of gettin dough, is you can't be out of control If you gets in the way of my paper, by my skyscraper We can chunk it, long as you ain't crossed that line You can put me on the phone with your boss, we could squash it [Chorus: repeat 2X] It's the meeting of the bosses, meeting of the bosses Why don't you tell them lil' niggaz, beat it we talkin Meeting of the bosses, meeting of the bosses Tell them lil mothafuckers, shut up, we talkin [Verse 2] Huh, over weed, over yay, over not bein paid When he say he gon' see you SongtextePethy ass niggaz, them pathetic ass bitches YOu could let 'em grab dick, they'll never have shit In this world, when you niggaz gon' learn it That some of these wars, at the point of no returnin Some of these boys, at the point of no concernin Some of these courts, at the point of no ajournin How many cars can you run up on before somebody wanna war, ain't nobody wanna talk Hit you in the die hard, niggaz mom's calling Involvin the law hard Cross taped up to the chest Enemies fuckin with them boys for protection If it's only one boss in your squadron Then me and him need to be the only once talking [Chorus] [Verse 3] Huh, all you have in this world is your word Your gat and your guts, that and your nuts Aint no backin you up, ain't no after you gone The pastor of the church nigga, that's when it's on The path that you own nigga, that's where you goin Clap if you want homes, and your ass gone Now you finally gotta kill But the snowball is rollin down that hill Accumulatin size, by the time it arrives At the bottom of the hill, it be count as homicides And avalanches for the ambiance outside you Countless mamas cryin, sisters goin Boo Boo Niggaz killin 'cause of what they true to Who's the villian here nigga, tell me what would you do Huh, keep it goin, talk shit, squash it You gon' have to talk to the bosses Aus Songtexte Mania