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Get Some Money
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If you spend the night baby it could be heaven The deebo of the rap game but walk with a beretta Trimming the tunnels and offend with tenants And now there sure to lose like Luther at the Apollo Heh I must admit it's fast as the speed of light So I keep my mind still like the still of night I jump behind the front desk in the nick of time Get some money, get some money, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh Get some money, get some money Gеt some money, get somе money, eeh-eeh, eeh-eeh, oh All it takes is one hit and you never forget And taint all your images of your Mr. Perfect And I'm behind you one hundred percent My life was nervous you haven't heard stress Havin' the time of my life hope I sober up and remember Think these lyrics is comin from a pretender Microscopes couldn't find defects in my design Then why not lips on lips since eyes in eyes? Right up on the street likes cannon on my hip side Handle my B-I camouflage like G.I A couple months ago I'm getting high with my cousin Swagger so impressive and I don't need a necklace And here's a quick lesson - I carry a smith and wesson Boy genius grown up and I fight with a vengeance Get some money, get some money, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh Get some money, get some money Get some money, get some money, eeh-eeh, eeh-eeh, oh We don't go to war we go to the store Why? This music is the end to the war This is the chairman of the board From the front to the back of The Source I'm only tellin' you the theme of this caper A fighter that's what you made now I fight for fun Convicted felon now I like rhyme for bucks Wrists stay glidded up every weekend did it up tell me why live for what I just can't tell why don't you take it to ma momma dukes I thought it would be better if they could talk to you Telling me what they finna do gonna do what they gots to do You shouldn't even talk you're makin' me wanna puke My Black Jesus walk through this valley with me Riding through Jamaica Queens in his black truck Yet would my love to thee be still as much Parole got me makin my kids p*ss in a cup All black diamonds times were hard To think that the stranger part I seemed to be so complete so complete In the hood on the corner slangin dope to fiends Appeal the game all eyes on me Get some money, get some money, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh Get some money, get some money Get some money, get some money, eeh-eeh, eeh-eeh, oh Hey, hey-hey, hey, hey-hey (Oh-woah-oh) Hey, hey-hey, hey, hey-hey, hey (Oh-woah-oh, oh-oh) Hey, hey, oh-oh, hey, hey, oh-oh (Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, oh-woah-oh)
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