Lyrics:
Money m-o-n-e-y (money)
Money m-o-n-e-y (money)
M-o-n-e-y, what you need to just get by
Money, honey, ain't it funny?
Money, people wanna die
Understand that
And you my offspring, the boss sting
A bulletproof Porsche things
Hard for you to understand that
Nas the king, where my bricks
Where my band
It's like they lack the crowd to get live
And raw from all the brothers who smothered the mic
They're frank with force, cause you know, Kane comes
King me
Got to look for private renting
Run and hide
All you cowards can cry
Fuck you
King me
Homeless, with no where to go
For the elite it's gonna be
on Elm Street_, you Jason and I'm Freddy
We got a job to do, then it's a motherfuckin lick
Fifty G's on his ass, then it's a motherfuckin split
Me
you to your destiny
Where by other souls are slain
It won't take long
It won't take too long at all
Three men in a desert wandering
One is knowing
days
Meet me in King Circle park by the empty lot
Right across the street from Sonny Man house
Right by Kawasaki and Sonny Beal
By the cold cup lady
and asked Puff
Now The Game's set in stone, the Franck Muller's set in stones
Dre cut me a check, I'm gone
Tryin to be the king of the streets, niggas'll
By a lake there's a house on a street with no sidewalks
Where my baby's strollin' round
Over to the neighbor's house
There's some music floating
I'm from where the streets test you
Niggas mix business and pleasure
Where the cocaine measure
The narcotics is our product
The by-product, you walk
enlarging my cost make my figures lncrease
Show some love for the street make my soldiers increase
As e de go round enemies decrease
Cause na where honey de
muh'fucker at
Everywhere we have on repeat
The jailhouse, Saint Peter, right street
Part of there where dude by the Duvall
Man the fuck up, perservere
in the age of the social
On our knees, take a test
To be lovin' and grateful
Shots were fired on the street
By the church where we used to meet
Angel
I got the charm and the wit of a pop hit
But I'm street, "Catch the beat"
Don't drop it, just don't stop it
Don't you dare step off the topic
E Broad St
In these streets, our lives are free for all
Free to fall into the deep abyss, brain tissue lost
Moments before, soul was praying to get
and drive a sick blue joint
Retard-less, I'mma blow regardless
Resume is straight up live, I shank niggas up for larger E's
And speak with the youth in
us (YO!)
[Ja Rule]
Hey baby; see'mon and hop in my fo'-three-oh, S-E
And let's see, how quick you fall victim to this G
I'm a gangsta BITCH,
herpes wreck, wham, crash, stumblin' jumps out
The ride empty the Glock fo', five, D.E.A.D
Woke up handcuffed inside Grady
Tagged with an I-U
of a king
From the ghetto to riches, look where I've been
Out of the mud, now I live in fame
From emergency yachts, the world is my domain
I fought drool
motherfucker that I used to be
I'm H.E.R., acoustically
You niggas gon' get used to me
I'm tired of niggas usin' me, abusin' me
Usually, I make a call
Get
boring and boozing
I wind you up, your alarm keeps snoozing
Made it easy, I guess your'e stupid
Way too elite to be caught by your cupid
Sorry cupid
But
you live like a boss.
(like a boss) You see I've been goin' on ma grind
For sometimes and the streets thought a nigga fell off
(hell no nigga) But if
Summers coolin' off by the fire hydrant. Yeah I'm from the ghetto,
Where old black women talk about they sugar level, It's not unusual,
To see photos
the manor
E3, you can get the loud pack in the manor
I know gyal who are good and live normal
But I know gyal who are bad like Rihanna
Anybody wanna know
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