Lyrics:
with a ball of chain
A barbarian on paper
Every bars tailored for your Paul Bearer
Allahu Akbar
A battling rap god slash bar maker
Bar Mitzvah glass jaw
confess where you keeping all the money, mister
At the work she see a hearse
But at the best he just will pistol whip ya
Get to see you child and live
balla money maker
I'm a big balla money maker
Money maker
Smoke some weed
Live like me
Live like me
That's why he's
I'm a big balla money maker
I'm a big
Get di cheddar, money maker, any weather
Buried treasure, dig it up, ah weh di ladder?
Get di cheddar, money maker, any weather
Buried treasure, dig
While other emcees say nothin' and talk loud
If you with the tribe, chest out and be proud
Shake your money maker
Shake your money maker
Shake your
Black Lives Matter but really it's Black dough
Hold our Black money til our lives matter mo
Cause cream is the theme in the world today
Anything for
trouble, come inna starvation
You see them spend the money pon the nuclear weapon
Wish a segregation and separate the nation
How can you judge a man by
to the Maybach
I got the key to the Phantom, uh uh
I got a .38 special
It got black tape 'round the handle, uh uh
I got a lock on my shoe
That's a Buscemi
A fresh car and crib
That's how I like to live
Plenty money and dope
A lot of fine hoes
A fresh car and crib
That's how I like to live
Plenty money
Skin color murdered by a black man who been brother
Or a cop who been Sucka through it all it be another
Black, man getting to the money
Black man, black
Where I'm from they push a hundred keys and it sound like
Where I'm from they push a hundred keys and it sound like
Young niggas gettin' money, young
the Eastside of Long Beach, that's 2-1 Street
See we, live and die by the gun and the knife
And I, high as a kite, corrallin through the night
Ha ha, stackin'
live for weed to make money
Man I want so much cash when I wake up in the mornin'
I can't even much count it
Silkk the Shocker, or should I say
The black
the Eastside of Long Beach, that's 2-1 Street
See we, live and die by the gun and the knife
And I, high as a kite, corrallin through the night
Ha ha, stackin'
Everyone Lives In The Evil
Everyone Lives In The Essence
Everyone Lives In The Evil
Everyone Lives In The Essence
Fight black people
You fighting
holla
Money's the leash, drag a bitch by her dog collar
Now ho follow
This is my ghetto story like Cham, Ice-P is the Don Dada
Open the Frigidaire, 25
over
All black like
Dark Vader
No radar
Need money like quick sand
Money maker
Might see you later
Do major
This year
No favor's
Ama be your favorite
got money, ain't got time
Fuck it, just say this shit
You and me
Gon' live together in this perfect harmony (I hear 'em callin')
I can hear 'em
distracted by money drugs and four
Fives, I count lives all on these songs
Look at the weak and cry, pray one day you'll be strong
Fighting for your rights,
Live by the code, die by the code
Never been a hoe, bury me before I sell my soul
Live by the code, die by the code
Never been a hoe, bury me
motherfuckers up when we pass by
Until I die, live the life of a boss player, 'cause even when I'm high
Fuck with me and get crossed later, the futures in my
motherfuckers up when we pass by
Until I die, live the life of a boss player, 'cause even when I'm high
Fuck with me and get crossed later, the futures in my
Shake your money maker
Don't be heartbreaker
Shake your money maker
Don't be a heartbreaker
Shake your money maker
Don't be heartbreaker
Shake your
We were cursed, yes
Our burnt flesh, it attracts doom
Our skinned inked with this black hue
By con artists, we've been tattoo'd
It's no - henna, this
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