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stand out
Im the type to go and get it
I ain't have my hand out
Tryna step up for the ones i love and be the man now
Why beef we can go get this money

Yes Sir, I Will

Crass

Christ the Bootleg

1999

you can't hear the silence
Even when it's there. Like the wind seen from the window,
Seeing it but not being touched by it.


*
Words sometimes

Eazy-E

Murs

Love + Rockets, Vol. 1: The Transformation

2011

and it ain't over money
Red and blue is like Muslim and Jew
And I don't ever think they'll stop but I'm praying that they do
In '92 we had a truce for

to who?
By the way homie what's gangsta to you?
(Money, dope and alcohol and plenty bitches all up on your dick)
I got that
How can C-Bo be wrong?
How can

and a stage, crowds that wave Give me all that
Tryna get paid, money that weighs
Give me all that
All that I crave, my life is saved
Till it’s all that
Radio

without you
The truth? Man, doubtful
But every morning I wake
Perplexed by a complex that I been tryna sedate
Like how I still fucking love you after all

Let's Get Busy Baby

DJ Jazzy Jeff & the Fresh Prince

He's the DJ, I'm the Rapper

1988

Mmm say baby, you got some fries to go with that shake
Ay what are you man Yo man, that is no way to talk to a woman man
Man I been talkin to girls,

Do It Like A G.O.

Geto Boys

Uncut Dope: Geto Boys' Best

1992

end

Motherfuckin' black radio is being disowned
Not by the other race, but its own
A lot of bullshit records make hits
Because of who you know,

'cause them niggas on the
East is the enemy it's real

Ayo God, the heads is trippin'
Out in New York, b
(Oh fuck that b) fuck that yo!
(Fuck that) money

veins
It's awful, lead by freemasons, rich and famous, get all that you want like

I'm the best, I got money, got holes
Man y'all did nothing to change

found out my mans had got sparked
Shit drove me crazy he ain't in the park
Ain't been myself since my Dawg had got caught
Niggas speak on him I'm letting

on the block ayy
Ducking from the jealousy, somebody might get popped
This for little Z man
For him I go He-man
Know I need that cheese fam
Ride around time

yeah, love you, come back home, ayy
I missed you girl
Geekin' off of Perky, bet this bitch she tryna
fuck me
Geekin' off the money, geekin' off the muddy

I ain't got nothin' to hide, Pussy bitch you not my slime
Did it all by myself, I don't need anyone Don't need no one
When you talkin' your shit, it

Sikoa)
You chasing them little ass hoes like Mojo Jojo (Damn that nigga weird)
He tried to ride and hide got caught by the popo (Haha)
Said you was solid

A Message to the B.A.N.

Chubb Rock

I Gotta Get Mine Yo

1992

1991 Grilled Cgeese goes on it's way to different cities
Rocking for the kiddies
To do shows for rows, no foes, dough in escrow
All the money went

drink underage
All of my tickets were sold
Taken advantage of by these promoters
And profiting off of my goals

Man, I was industry ignorant
Figured we'd

Yo
We on big checks
Y'all big cap
Nigga I'm about the money not the chitchat
Swear to God that our pockets on a mismatch
Pull up to the spot,

Legacy 

Turn the beat up just a little bit.

Sex, money, and drugs recipe for rap anthems
How we brand them 
Wonder why we can't win 
Add the guns,

Feel like I'm
Stuck the ring of fire with tigers
Battling to escape, from the cave
Sharpening iron, man

Blueprint finished my dawg I'm wired, uh

Mmm say baby, you got some fries to go with that shake
Ay what are you man Yo man, that is no way to talk to a woman man
Man I been talkin to girls,

nigga Kenny
I miss my nigga Jojo, man I swear I lost so many
'Cause now I feel the only friends I got are Grant and Benji
'Cause they ain't never changed

slo-mo balling like the logo (Fasho)
Think I'm outta pocket
Live or die by the shots I take nigga like The Rockets
Throw that money rake it up bad bitch

crack again?"
Fake niggas up three, bring us back again
Riding down Broad Street
I'm in the Bach again
I bully niggas, I'm unlike Mac again
Philly, money