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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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