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Artist:	Sauce Money
Song Title:	Intruder Alert
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Yo, who the fuck is this?

Its like 3:30

Yo, get the phone, bitch

You get the phone

Get the phone

You get the phone!

Get the goddamn phone!

Alright, damn nigga

Who the fuck is this?

[ verse 1 ]

Its my nigga deezo, "what the fuck is the deal?

Huh-huh, know me, keepin it real

Six-double-o, kid, chrome on the wheels

I got the same problem, nigga, know how you feel"

"on some real shit, sauce, I got the kite from neil

Word on the street, hope youre still holdin your steel

Niggas talkin bout who cats they gon bill

Just to gain they cut, thats when your name came up"

"oh did it? you know some more? nigga, spit it"

"cats hate your ass cause of your riches and digits

You probably.. know this nigga named bobby

Sister named ronnie with the two-tone body? "

"cat fueled with bacardi, throw parties every friday

Fake lady lover, fucked his baby mother

Hit it from the back, now Im a tough act to follow

Made her give my man head too - and swallow

Thats neither here nor there, he think somethin is sweet?

Fuck yeah, we can dump when we meet

Win, lose or draw, after that Im dumpin my heat

Lay him down flat while my music pump in the street

He got four with him, some niggas from baltimore with him

Ima sure hit em if he come through that door with him

Split your bladder, we spray, muthafucka

It dont matter, b-k, muthafucka"

(pay attention to the scheme)

(sauce muthafuckin)

(you know my style)

(comin through, bringin you pain)

(and now you wanna act bold, but hold up)

(pay attention to the scheme)

(sauce muthafuckin)

(you know my style)

(comin through, bringin you pain)

(but hold up)

[ verse 2 ]

I throw hoes out when its time to pull .44s out

Made two phone calls, bring the pros out

Badu, bonnie, hydro, no doubt

We get nasty like niggas in sandals with the toes out

You know deez is down to click off eights

"by the way, son, you know that bitch off gates?

I think her name mimi, bitch greedy, give you head easy

Fake weave, big ass with the g-3"

"i know that chick, her real name hillary

Used to be one of my shorties off willerby

Theres somethin right now about how youre grillin me

Dont tell me she fuck with the bobby nigga, son, youre killin me"

"no bullshittin, thats who that nigga be hittin?

Lets post in the kitchen, when he come, start spittin

Climb through the window, make his body drop degrees"

"fuck breakin in the crib, nigga - I got the keys.."

(pay attention to the scheme)

(sauce muthafuckin)

(you know my style)

(comin through, bringin you pain)

(and now you wanna act bold, but hold up)

(pay attention to the scheme)

(sauce muthafuckin)

(you know my style)

(comin through, bringin you pain)

(but hold up)

[ verse 3 ]

I got a problem with niggas that talk about stalkin

Souped up talkin, dead men walkin

Too shockin, cause Im rockin cats wanna be clockin

But cock-blockin, I squeeze often

While Im in this chick crib with both wrists locked in

No rhetoric, kid, pistols poppin

Bodies droppin, Im just dockin

One slug, two slug, aint no stoppin

Yo nigga, you know the drill, gees up

Marcy, where we from niggas dont freeze up

Lovin the sound of my nigga bustin the pound

When he open that door, dont be fuckin around

Right about then I heard the doorknob turn

My man gettin wild, almost dropped the burn

Bobby opened up the door, its time to earn

Four gats in his grill, "you might wanna get concerned

Reeno, get that bitch with the bad perm

Are you muthafuckas ever gonna learn?

We all could get got - just not by you

And we all could get shot - just not by you

But right about now, tell you what Im gonna do

I think Im gonna go let you warn your crew

Out of respect, cause I know: you that nigga

Im not gonna kill you - yo deez, shoot that nigga"

(pay attention to the scheme)

(sauce muthafuckin)

(you know my style)

(comin through, bringin you pain)

(and now you wanna act bold, but hold up)

(pay attention to the scheme)

(sauce muthafuckin)

(you know my style)

(comin through, bringin you pain)

(and now you wanna act bold)

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