I heard a rumor in the street, muthafucka was gifted

Up and comin' nigga might need to get with

One cat from BK, put him on your hit list

Sauce Money, fat nigga rip shit



Heard him on a clue? Tape loved the way he kicked it

All of a sudden mad labels on his dick

But muthafuckas who bit it but couldn't fight it forget it

Couldn't write it or spit it 'cause they couldn't fuck with it



Then the Puff shit happened, the whole shit shifted

Tribute to Biggie, God bless your spirit

Made a mark, now we need a place for the nigga

Marcy son, faced off with Jigga



Now he only spittin' for cars that's kitted

Convicted felons and muthafuckas acquitted

Never for foul snitches but those who style riches

Ghetto crack sellin' pros and buck-wild bitches



First thing they wanna know, 'What's fuckin' with this shit?'

Jay-Z told 'em, look how many he sold 'em

'99's my time to shine and control 'em

Spread ones with sons, guns, I still hold 'em



Fuck the law, this is what's in store

When the album drop, we gon' rush the floor

I tell 'em hit it, every song, come on, we all spit it

Get on with it, with all my niggas screamin', 'We did it'



Love and war, thugs and whores

Nickel-plated nines, three-pound-sevens and four-fours

We about to flow, blow, stack dough

On the low, forever shine, niggas better know



They call me money-earner, received more blows than Tina Turner

Like the top of the stove, Sauce keep a burner

Release somethin' that'll heat your sternum

Flow the sickest, take a AIDS patient a whole week to learn 'em



So precise, got beef with surgeons

Feel naked without profanity, every sentence keep a curse in

Nothin' is bound to touchin' my sound

The consensus in the street, he ain't fuckin' around



Got a lot of shit to pop two things when it drop

Muthafuckas gonna cop and niggas will get shot

But this is just for the record, though

Niggas will get naked slow



If your heat cocked, check it, yo

No shit, squeeze till your hammer go click

Fuck these lame-brawl MC's, they all blow dick

I'm the capital S A U C E

Better clap at the best way when you see me, nigga



Love and war, thugs and whores

Nickel-plated nines, three-pound-sevens and four-fours

We about to flow, blow, stack dough

On the low, forever shine, niggas better know