[Lyric] Devilz Reject (The Jacka & Ampichino)

[Intro: The Jacka]
Yeah
Jack
Amp
House of The Dead
DR

[Verse 1: The Jacka]
Devilz rejects, coke in the p-rex
Got so much doe, never know where I'ma be next
Smoke so much Dro can't remember where my teens went
You ain't never seen shit
Niggas takin' shorts, makin' suicide notes
Not me, I got pour like a pope
Yeah the cigarette, the biggest threat
Man blacker than the jet
Magazine, bag of cream
Yeah that crack, this is slap
Visine bottle, fresh water shakin' up the smack
Take it up with Jack, you got a problem then try divin' fifty rounds
Demon like you guys I got em fiendin' like a piper
Gas my bike up, hit the road, I let it go
Don't be surprised if I explode, ye' know
I live in hell, but the world cold
Starin' over a stove, cookin' coke, same time tryna' be like hov
Change time, this life of mine ain't nothing different than yours
Beside the crime, the ones who died, and keep your ass indoors
[Hook: Rydah J Klyde]
So get that money
Money don't make the man
But the money make the man want more of it in his hand
Shit I'm talkin' 'bout grands
Stacks on top of stacks
You made water outta wine, we turned coke into crack
With a little bit of that
A little bit of this
I swear to God you ain't ever had a bitch like this
Shit, I'm talkin' 'bout money
Money don't make the man
But the money make the man want more of it in his hand
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout


[Verse 2: Ampichino]
Ampichino, I'm fresher than Colgate
Plus, I got yay for the whole state
I blow weight, 8's in the half's and whole cakes
I'm the plug at the hub of the tri-state
Devilz rejects, nigga we fly weight
In 747's i put coke on the highway
Nothing but Europeans up in the driveway
Stay high till I die, I'ma go out the fly way
Hop out a spaceship, duffle bag cartel
Cop heavy game, get money and spark shells
The heart of hustler, watchin' time fly by
Ran up in the church with my clapper fresh of a drive-by
Homicide rate keep rising cause the coke dried
Old man fishing saw a dead body floatin' by
How dope am I, I'm fresh like some coke whites
You can get the whole, boatload for a dope price

[Hook: Rydah J Klyde]
So get that money
Money don't make the man
But the money make the man want more of it in his hand
Shit I'm talkin' 'bout grands
Stacks on top of stacks
You made water outta wine, we turned coke into crack
With a little bit of that
A little bit of this
I swear to God you ain't ever had a bitch like this
Shit, I'm talkin' 'bout money
Money don't make the man
But the money make the man want more of it in his hand
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout