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wanna go black America, yeah
Black America

The Black diaspora
Supreme math into the after
Life, I live it for the master
Truck drivers passed us
Like

breaking the mold,
Yeah, I live by a code.
I can never be sold,
Won’t put my trust in a mole.
Used to be the one to console,
But now my heart cold.
Uh oh,

loaded in a black 57
Cop killer got the feds and ATF going to seventh heaven
I'm making lots of cash call me a money maker
Grab your neck and chokeslam you

I ain't beefing with no pussies niggas thought that I was Jace
Bitch we sliding in all black but we'd kill any race
If a nigga tweak with Mook then

Because I'm off key but never fall flat
Your favourite nightclub's a venue
That I've toured at
Promoters stay by my feet like a door mat
College girls in

righteous
Brother
Make sure your money be long

Lyrical
Assassin
Captain
On all you dumb, dumb

Sexy bitches
Humming
Fall in love
And then they come in

Live

Grow More Pot

Jello Biafra

I Blow Minds for a Living

all our trees and ruin innocent people's lives by branding them criminals and throwing them in jails, or sending them off to drug camps, or taking all

say crime pays
Black and white make gray area full of strays
Get in where we fit in as we live in sin
Get caught in the act and wear an evil grin
You

Baby Girl

Wiley

Playtime Is Over

2007

striker, not a goal hanger

You'll soon see Leah on a stage show banner
Leah, this money's too good by the hour
And it pays by the minute, live PA, that's

key
Cruising 'round the city, working hard need a milli'
Got her feeling pretty now she wanna pop a pilly (Yah ah)
Shawty why you playing with me

Youngin' but cant judge me by my age
When I was out here trappin'
I was tryin' to dodge the cage
Money had me hungry
And the hood done gave me rage

Yo
Yo

On thousand stoves, never knew about seven pounds an hour
Black lives matter, but the hood, this wap means power (told me turn, ayy)
How

Me wan couple mill, the money and the money maker
Wan me money fast jus like a racer
Money connect to me heart, pacemaker
Rich till me have the bank

I'm a hit maker i make hits, I'm a bitch taker, take yo bitch
Aye
I'm a hit maker, I make hits
I'm a bitch taker, Take yo' bitch
Wanna fuck, Gotta

Yeah the Graveyard back, yeah
Black Rain

(Mixed by) Graveyard pack
Jail house crowded
Black rain, black rain

Jail house pack
Graveyard crowded

you high
I lift you when you low
It's black to the basics
Black to the basics
Black to the basics
Black to the basics
Strictly for the gods
I'm calling

and cakin on the low, and fuckin all them hoes
(We gettin high tonight)

This shit right here is for all y'all money makers
Y'all rappers, y'all actors,

We Getting High Tonight

The Murderers

Irv Gotti Presents: The Murderers

2000

y'all money makers
Y'all rappers, y'all actors, anybody makin' papers
The hustlers, the honies, anybody gettin' money
Its all good when its all gone,

shit will get a nigga done up

Believe that, I'm 1 up
I'm 1 up, I'm 1 up, I'm 1 up, I'm 1 up
I'm 1 up, I'm 1 up, I'm 1 up (yeah)

H-Town, Money Gang,

can
He got a shopping cart full of mad cans
He said he on his way to go cash in
In a good mood, I gave his ass a fifty
Not money, bitch, I gave him a 50

No fears, not phased by scare tactics
Flow raw, like vagina that got bare backted
I'm tryina bubble
Like the bottom of some air maxes
I'm too hot

Okay, money is the motive and the grind never ends
With it skimmin' just to make it cause the government don't give a shit
Finessin' is the key

Hard Piano

Pusha T

Daytona

2018

the coldest flows on the hot seat
And you can spot my hoes by their car keys
Another episode full of atrocities
It's double M, baby, money monopolies

lazy with the work about my maker
Used to be a player but I never been a hater

Know we worshiping something greater the creator
No money ain't chasing