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ATM Jam  

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I got racks, racks, racks, 'til the ATM jam
Tell me what you wanna do
I got racks, racks, racks, 'til the ATM jam
Tell me what you wanna do
You
I pulled up at the A.T.M.
I pulled up at the A.T.M.
My, what a rich fool I am

I spit it out and I tell the truth
I spit it out and I tell
our beer

Out here at my post, I've learned a lot
I've learned that the fruit on the ground is gonna rot
There's more atm's with air conditioning
Then
on
'Cause I can't wait to get to the good times
Yeah just one stop at the ATM
Grab a hundred bucks and a real good friend
Pack it up, and take a load off
my house
Give me all of that, all of that 'til the ATM runs out
If money can't buy happiness then why is it so fabulous?

When I was only 15, I
a favor man, this is the majors
Tell me what you would do with no phone or pagers
No Kinko's, no Fed Ex and no ATM's
What you gone do when the police
a favor man, this is the majors
Tell me what you would do with no phones or pagers

No Kinko's, no Fed Ex and no ATM's
What you gone do when the poliece
punching in the numbers at the ATM machine
I could see in the reflection
A face staring back at me

At the moment of surrender
I'm falling to my knees
punching in the numbers at the atm machine
I could see in the reflection
A face staring back at me

At the moment of surrender
I'm falling to my knees
punching in the numbers at the ATM machine
I could see in the reflection
A face staring back at me

At the moment of surrender
I'm falling to my knees
then they would simply
drive their big ol' cars
And they would park them
in the dark then they'd get dowm
I wish I was around..
They had no ATMs
or video
the fella
In the Brite Nitegown

The eagle flies on Friday
My baby wants to bash
I hit the ATM
And march down the street
With a roll of party cash
Triple time
One hundred and ten
ATM
Make you want to

Take it back
And start again
We come so smooth
Of the ?

That's not my theory, baby
That's
*Guitar Solo



WELL, MY BABY'S LIKE A BLOOD HOUND

SHE CAN SMELL THE COLOR GREEN

SHE COMES TO ME BEGGING

LIKE I'M AN ATM MACHINE



SHE'S
the nightmare that he grew up under
Here comes the nightmare at the b of a
Here comes the nightmare at the atm
Here comes the nightmare coming to your car now
It begins when we chain ourselves to the ATMs
Make a mess when we pitch our tents on the statehouse steps
Now we're taking it, now we're taking it
at the ATM with a staple gun 

I'm a rookie scuba diver, Holler 

You rap scholars do the knowledge 

You won't make it through to college 

be	 the are
Most of my friends is in project nigga
Brooklyn, Queens, the whole NY nigga
Nigga pull your card like an ATM
Mistook me for fool found out that I'm
Some days goes your way
You're on a roll you can't explain
And then it all goes down the drain
Your cat's hit by a car
The ATM eats your card
I, I was, I was shaken down in a toy town
He, He's out there
You know it's Kennedy's shadow from White Cross to Michigan
ATM's, are in the air, oh
a motherfucker standing ovation up in that bitch you understand me
It's like an A-T-M machine you put yo dollar in shit 
Come out yeah I put plenty dollars up in
a favor man, this is the majors
Tell me what you would do with no phone or pagers
No Kinko's, no Fed Ex and no ATM's
What you gone do when the police
a family
We set you up a resting place
And your giant block of marble awaits
And we broke you open an ATM
But don't get greedy, that's number ten

Give
the ATM on Saturday 

You pick out the show 
Then it's off we go to the matinee 
You'll be who you want 
I'll be who you want 

I'll be your Ray

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