for clarity in this distorted mind. I'm being swamped with lies about security, how can I stand my ground. This choice was made for me. We're still sitting in this
search for clarity in this distorted mind. I'm being swamped with lies about security, how can I stand my ground. This choice was made for me. We're still sitting in this
I came up on a ?? they must forgot when I rose sellin smoke tryin to make an end we wasn't hangin tight then [Chorus] [DJ U-NEEK] Money bless, but money
okay to check in that Motel 6, $59.95 Not a cent more, for that dirty-ass ho Yeah, stop by that convenience store And pick up them rubbers magnum I hope This
drop a shitload Grip fo's Mushrooms, dick those Deep pistol Whip hoes I bitch O's Money, Roll, I stick a zipcode Tiptoed, before Doc escape row Thirsty
This aint camera This aint vado This is that rapper named sway, dasafo King of Picasso U-K's Movado Because I'm breaking bread with Jamaicans - hardough
shoot This ain't For the Love of Ray J, it's for the love of the AK Cuz you can get scratched like AJ Cuban Link Dynasty has emerged, this rap shit stop
firm Because I know this, which means I can hold mine down Without a doubt, niggaz who front, get snuffed out Justice must be born there's no escape Because
organized outfit Not by the mafia, this where it get chills Your wife hired some hitman to kill you for your ten million dollar will Money fund drill
they labeled us 'Ronald Reagan Babies' Obsessed with money and sex, cars and jewelry Everybody dyin', who's next? Could be you or me Heavily sedated, I've never been this
out and out and out Aiyo, the words could get intricate, vocab's in my temple But I'mma do this wit a tempo, instrumental is what I'm into For the money
had tried to shine I would be 'bout dat iron in this foolishness frame of mind In the front door actin' a donkey wit tha 44 Let a funky snatched the money
Crack backs heavy on the cash all night At the drug site we hung tight Three o'clock in the night ounces of coke dirty kicks Money gets low in the street
the wrist, now what's this Niggaz bless this, eight and a half, Bally banana twist E shakes, puffin' on lye, feedin' the seed's plate Pullin' out, old dirty
Slim Thug] Mic check 1-2, 1-2 Residing the Boss, of the Boyz N Blue Young Slim T, H-U to the G Bout to get this shit jumping, like it's 'pose to be I
that made it hurt more picking up garbage and mowing the grass at this point stella stopped going to class you know how they ridicule a kid in school and this
from Iraq, home of the snakes Niggaz ain't got love for the jakes; do whatever it takes Climbin down terraces, and the fire escapes Yo we move money, money
