Lyrics:
Illmatic
Then I saw Kanye's hanging from his gold necklace
Then Ye gave me mine, that show you my work ethic
Mom had that hooptie that she ran in the dirt
hangin with the homies
How you do dat there you got me horny
Call your girl I'm bring the Sons
see tonight we gonna have big fun
Champagne
Money'll brainwash you and leave your ass mindless
When snakes slither in the grass spineless
That's rock bottom, when this life makes you mad enough
[Master P]
Weebie! Holla at me (c'mon)
I got like twelve bottles of bubbly (oh)
[Chorus One 2X: Weebie]
I love the way she shake it in the thong -
the Clippers
And a couple owners, that's kinda German
You bring the nooses, and a couple trees
Where the money grow, and get bodies burning
Cuz I'm tryna
to stay
My crew I'm believing so fuck it anyway
I got my mob from the Rule, that live by the cruel
And my crew from Courtland Ave. always say they'll set
The man who only lives for making money
Lives a life that isn't necessarily sunny
Likewise the man who works for fame
There's no guarantee that
One for the money, yes, sir, two for the show
A couple of years ago on Headland and Delowe
Was the start of something good
Where me and my nigga rode
that fiend Denise
Cruise the streets, stuntin in that Maybach sixty-two
Nigga what my dope goin fo', 62, c'mon! A gram
By man, my plan's to expand
a cop or two
'Cause me and the crew could still get our rocks off
The penitentiary don't stop a nigga 'cause he's in jail
Hell I'm makin' more money
friend
Is what I always wanna be
To have someone to love you
That's true happiness
May you live to be a 100
May I live one day less
There were
mad, me and the crew they sad
We live by code who is you Look like a hatin ass nigga boy you spooked
We making moves got you shook oh boy they mad
We
savages to roam in the streets
Live on the run, police payin' me to give in my gun
Trick my wisdom with the system that imprisoned my son
Smoke a gold
that I got money
I wake up early in the mornin I need me some trap money
I got trap money, I got trap-I got trap
I got trap money, I got trap-I got
you see somebody gettin' money for crack he's the
Dope man, dope man (Hey, man, give me a hit)
Dope man, dope man (Yo man, fuck that shit)
Dope
like who
Dat is? bitch that's me jus know dat and I like my flag red and my?
Throw back I live on the beach and your bitch know dat on the way
To opa
told me, "I was never looking for a friend
Maybe you could swing by my room around ten
Baby, bring the lemon and a bottle of gin
We'll be in between
[Chorus 2x]
"You gotta make the money first"
"Then when you get the money, you get the power"
"Then when you get the power, Then you get the woman"
a cop or two
'Cause me and the crew could still get our rocks off
The penitentiary don't stop a n**** 'cause he's in jail
Hell I'm makin' more money
lovely, it's a shame about the price.
But you only live twice, that's on the real,
No matter where I am I'll always be the real deal.
[Chorus]
get everything you ever wanted baby
That's my word
Trust, my niggas come home from long bids
They check for me before they see their own kids
I
of tickets 'cause I live right by the station
I am tryna figure out why you so mad at me
Yes, I'm with Young Money tell the magazines stop askin' me
I be
ya
cll this money ya gave me the blues now hey
Oh yuh what it do now
She want roll with the crew but I need two now (Hey)
Bring yo friend bed time
it happen, ain't no need for no luck
Ain't no lotteries, no pick 3's or pick 2's
Keep the money in your family, gamble amongst your crew
'Cause
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