I heard a rumor in the street, mutha***ka was gifted
Up and comin' ***** might need to get with
One cat from BK, put him on your hit list
Sauce Money, fat ***** rip ****

Heard him on a clue? Tape loved the way he kicked it
All of a sudden mad labels on his ****
But mutha***kas who bit it but couldn't fight it forget it
Couldn't write it or spit it 'cause they couldn't ***k with it

Then the Puff **** happened, the whole **** shifted
Tribute to Biggie, God bless your spirit
Made a mark, now we need a place for the *****
Marcy son, faced off with Jigga

Now he only spittin' for cars that's kitted
Convicted felons and mutha***kas acquitted
Never for foul snitches but those who style riches
Ghetto crack sellin' pros and buck-wild *****es

First thing they wanna know, 'What's ***kin' with this ****?'
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

***k 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 *****s screamin', 'We did it'

Love and war, thugs and *****s
Nickel-plated nines, three-pound-sevens and four-fours
We about to flow, blow, stack dough
On the low, forever shine, *****s 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 ***kin' around

Got a lot of **** to pop two things when it drop
Mutha***kas gonna cop and *****s will get shot
But this is just for the record, though
*****s will get naked slow

If your heat ****ed, check it, yo
No ****, squeeze till your hammer go click
***k these lame-brawl MC's, they all blow ****
I'm the capital S A U C E
Better clap at the best way when you see me, *****

Love and war, thugs and *****s
Nickel-plated nines, three-pound-sevens and four-fours
We about to flow, blow, stack dough
On the low, forever shine, *****s better know