My niggaz got scarred grills
Skully hats and gats be fullys
Brrrat  cars peel
The East Coast cartel

Rats get their tails snapped and trapped

The snitches in the streets
And the snitches who rap
Pure euphoria
A dose of death to all of ya
Coroner choruses sung
From The Bridge to Astoria
Dreams of fallin' in the elevator
Passin' floors
Suddenly stop
The doors open up to a brick wall
I can smell the haters
Wishful thinkers
Bad luck prayers
Picture your tarot cards
And bodyguards gettin' sprayed up
Sabotagin' my makeup
My watches get laced up
Even if they indicted Jacob
Forensics
Paramedics carry cowards off
Defibrillators shock to your chest
Try to cough
They die and hit Hell from an iron
I'm flyin'  wire or cell
I'm paid from this shit
Got bitches high as hell
And they fuckin' like AIDS don't exist
They get sent to your hotel
A maid and shit
Put a barrel in a capo mouth
'Til his scalp come out
You a kid  you don't live what you rap about
King poetic
Too many haters to count
Too much paper to count
QB BITCH
Join me in war  many will live
Many will mourn
(Money Over Bullshit)

Pistols over brawn
Afraid not of none of you cowards
But of my own strength
Afraid not of none of you cowards
But of my own strength
Join me in war  many will live
Many will mourn
(Money Over Bullshit)
Pistols over brawn
Afraid not of none of you cowards
But of my own strength
Afraid not of none of you cowards
But of my own strength
Got seven candles lit
Black wallpaper  black carpet
Thinkin' about which nigga to target
You kill a nigga today
He lives forever
So I plotted out smarter
There'll be no Martyrs
Black Tec on the table  Mag  44
Black negligee on my bitch
She's at the door
Black fish eggs  nigga
That's the caviar
You niggaz fish-made
Y'all niggaz is fifth grade
Niggaz  it's fifty ways to disect the General

If I give ya the top five
You will not survive
Rule 1: cocksucker

Keep my name from your tongue
Rule 2: thought ya knew
Don't fuck with God's Son
Rule 3: see  matter fact
I just wait
If y'all reach top five
Then I'ma eat y'all alive
Each one of you guys
That claim Hip-Hop is still alive

Like y'all ain't in agreement wit Nas
Join me in war  many will live
Many will mourn
(Money Over Bullshit)
Pistols over brawn
Afraid not of none of you cowards
But of my own strength
Afraid not of none of you cowards
But of my own strength
Join me in war  many will live
Many will mourn
(Money Over Bullshit)
Pistols over brawn
Afraid not of none of you cowards
But of my own strength
Afraid not of none of you cowards
But of my own strength
From crack pushers
To Lac' pushers and ambushers
And morticians to fortresses
Case-dismisses
Laced in riches  cake ridiculous
From nickel and dimin;
To trickin; them diamonds
Vegas  places in Switzerland
From non-blastin; to auto
I don't have to blast mine
They blast mine  black nine
You flatline
My cash climb  buy rare art
Antique pieces  Mona Lisa's
Own no leases
Five-star restaurant eaters;
Don't forget who your peeps is
'Sposed to dine with you
Sip that good wine with you
Only if they grind with you
Or slang for ya
Seen niggaz live  laugh  party
And die in that very same corner
Pretty girls glance at us
Status unconceivable

Private planes landed out in Teterboro
Weed I twirl
Once even gave me a phobia
That I be in a spot trapped
Like Madame Zenobia's

With this kid eyein' my Rolly  y'all
Join me in war  many will live
Many will mourn
(Money Over Bullshit)
Pistols over brawn
Afraid not of none of you cowards
But of my own strength
Afraid not of none of you cowards
But of my own strength
Join me in war  many will live
Many will mourn
(Money Over Bullshit)  pistols over brawn
Afraid not of none of you cowards
But of my own strength
Afraid not of none of you cowards
But of my own strength

There it is  QB bitch  yea

QB bitch  yea  yea  QB bitch