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Money Money Money (Abracadabra) · Money Money Money: The ABBA Story (Gary Tesca) · Shake Your Money Maker: The Best of the Fire Sessions (Elmore James) · Shake Your Money Maker (Homesick James Williamson) · Shake Your Money Maker (The Black Crowes) · Shake Your Money Maker (The Black Crowes) · Shake Your Money Maker (Homesick James Williamson) · Money Maker [TP] (Ludacris) · Money Maker (Rilo Kiley) · Shake Your Money Maker (Elmore James) – and 90 other albums »


calls
And we just waltz
As we're waiting

For the Maker
For the Maker

And in the far distant sky
Rose a black evil cloud
Come to feed
an audience's whim
He lives by a code
Known only to him
And eh doesn't make money
to Buy watches and cars
Cause there's no time and no place to go
For a man
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
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
and the bundles of dope
Fishscalers, I live in elevators and gross
All this paper, profit maker lay there and post
Wit them Adidas that Bruce wore, stay in a juice
I remember a time and a place
Where Herbie had to hide his face
All my money was spent
And I still don't get one red cent

One black face
, keys open doors
Yeah, check it
Keys open doors, keys, keys open doors

Throw it on the scale, feed ya goddamn self
Get it how you live, we don't ask for
got it I was greeted by an alien
That said last year that she slept with a Canadian
That gave him an addiction that would keep him in Mercedes Benz
got it I was greeted by an alien
That said last year that she slept with a Canadian
That gave him an addiction that would keep him in Mercedes Benz
got it I was greeted by an alien
That said last year that she slept with a Canadian
That gave him an addiction that would keep him in Mercedes Benz
The buckshee hangman swears
For open crypts to silence
Nylon knots to sway by prayer

In Orient where wise I was
To please the way I live
Come give
out of key
To a hymn called faith and misery (hey!)
And bleed, the company lost the war today

I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies
This
round
Buy and sell it by the pound
Bitter truth that I have found
Food to eat, shoes on your feet
Maybe some heat, you live with defeat

Money gets
out of key
To a hymn called faith and misery (hey!)
And bleed, the company lost the war today

I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies
This
the wise
I guess I'm like the Verbalizer for the fact I'm moving blackwards
This asiatic black man is a dog spelled backwards
The maker, the owner,
the wise
I guess I'm like the Verbalizer for the fact I'm moving blackwards
This asiatic black man is a dog spelled backwards
The maker, the owner,
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
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'
If a black man is racist, is it okay?
When it's the white man's racism that made him that way,
Because the bully's the victim they say,
By some
of sixes, Christmas money
Vicious consolidated drama rip bitches
The rich version of black, skyscraper paper
Wu belt makers, show & prove that all my shit
past
Here's to the makers of things built to last.'

We live in a world now of plastic and glue
Disposable honor, replaceable truth
And if a pot
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
downstairs to the kitchen
Clutching her handkerchief
Quietly turning the backdoor key
Stepping outside, she is free

She(we gave her most of our lives
downstairs to the kitchen
Clutching her handkerchief
Quietly turning the back door key
Stepping outside she is free

She
(We gave her most of our lives
leg
Do not fuck with the kid, I get busy with the Sig
I come where you live, ya dig?

I, I get money, money I got (I, I get it)
I, I get money