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Trap Money [Remix]

B.A.

Murder Was the Case

2009

fill it up with midgets man
I mean the good I know is show and it ain't come from rappin money
Ten bands, all tens, nigga that's my trap money

I got

Word Is Bond

Brand Nubian

Rhino Hi-Five: Brand Nubian

2005

that y'all, ya don't stop 
C'mon throw ya hands in the air 
Brand Nubian'll rock the sure shot
In the air, in the air

Word is bond, we got it goin

It's just I'm gettin' heated by the way things is
Who says racism ain't the same biz?
It's a joke what the man calls "rehabilitation"
Keepin' all

Spinning in a new drop
Only thing I want for Christmas is a new pot
Had to throw away the Breitling
Got a new watch
2 Bands both blue like two cops

rich by the summer
All these blues in my pocket like I robbed the bank
We the big three, me, Glock, and Paper Route Frank (yeah)
All these pussy-ass

waves - the ocean's band
My skin kissed by a golden tan, my favorite song brings me to Zen
The beach awaits me with its white sand, the splashing waves -

a cool nigga tryna shake this money off the brass
What it do nigga? You don't fuck around and clash
With the B-A-D-B-O-Y, He be
So fly to see me nigga

the eye socket is where I will build my sky rocket 

you don't need any passport  all you need is a thought 

suddenly  the soul becomes hot as coal

Stolen Guitar

Icehouse

Big Wheel

1995

was all too easy"

She only wanted a ticket to rock and roll heaven
By the time that he woke up she was halfway home again
With the stolen guitar,

on the Kawasaki two head bands (big boy)
Jewelry and all (you whylin') fish bowl in the mall (big boy)
(I got two fifteens) security buying shoes and all (big

Stimulation

Method Man

Tical

1994

one time
All my peoples are you with me, where you at? 
All my killer bees on attack, where you at? 
Throw ya fuckin' hands in the air if you want

Whole crew gettin' bands
I ain't new to the sand
Plumbin' for your shawty when she askin' for the back up
Golden arches on 'em by the way they tote

Love, uh-huh, hey
Love, mm, I told y'all
We would be the band to play it

My ghetto butterfly flew away from me
I wait patiently, by windows

from Rome
She blowin' my brass like I'm a trombone
Tommy in yo tummy like I'm Al Capone
I got secrets
If I tell you it's deadly
Killing, pussy, stealing,

the shift
Covered in blues, I feel how the water is deep
I'm drifting off the abyss
Money calls I follow suit
Embossing my heart on the sleeve
And I'll never

gonna join 
A sentimental institution 
I'm gonna pack 
Pack all my little old blues away 
But I didn't stay left on the shelf 

Mrs. Johnson from

Closet got profit, every outfit is just another band
Steady, I'm on go, invest in the brand so it expands
Man, fuck all the hoes, they ain't a part of any

final tango around the pier

a brass band takes the stand

it’s still ringing in her ears

as she held onto harry’s hand

last sunrays last sunrays in

Rise and shine, rinse off
Where am I? Abandoned
All alone, dumped by a wave
In lands of green, it's so foreign
Walk on tall, for a while
Play it by

Really wish a nigga would try to put a band on me
He gon fucking loose his life he put his hands on me
And imma fucking Kurt angel imma stand on it
I

the only way 
It's frightening but it means they'll stay 
Together they're gonna make it together 

His blue morris van is parked in an alley 
Just by

Look at these bands I say I do
Took her by the hand like who are you
Pull up with the shorty she pull up with the crew
Let's kai shi like she know

I'm the man, counting all these fucking bands
Hunnid bands hunnid bands, hunnid bands I'm the man
Hunnid bands hunnid bands, hunnid bands I'm the man

on Caribbean nights.
Now the world is out of reach
When you step down to the beach

Sunny sky and sea all blue
And those palm trees swinging by in front of you