Lyrics:
I've seen money
But baby, I got to gets mo'
You scream and go
2Pac
And I ain't stoppin'
'Til I'm well paid
Bails paid
Now nigga, look what hell
Date four hoes, make her smile and make her moan though
Lady charmer put armor by your baby mama
I hate to say it a later moment I didn't warn ya
High
murdered every one of them
Thanks said Pharaoh, guys little friend tips
Sister showin her baby sayin her River God sent it
To a brother who arose and said,
money I earn won't burn So come again
Betta watch that Mack 10 nigga this one's for me and my friends
We steadliy rollin', I told ya keep bringin'
move it lowkey
She trying to fuck, she in heat
Yeah, she gotta fuck by the three (smashed)
Tip toeing back door and creep (back-do)
I don't know no
to pop me, to even try to stop me from grinding
I'm leaving you blinded by the size of Mo Thugs 'til you find us
All the nigga know what the hood like
a show then (do a show then)
Bring some mo' in (bring some mo' in)
Pockets bigger than a Samoan (than a Samoan)
I'm at the stage every time shorty go in
Do you want to play hide and seek?
You hide
And I'll find you
Eenie meenie miney mo
Catch a cheater by the toe
We know you were the one to blame
For
I call my friends
And if you down like you say you down
I might fuck around and go pull up in a Benz
Skrt skrt shiny rims poking out
I'm getting mo
worry
You could be Kim K
Way you talk dirty
Couple mo' cameras
Couple mo' angles
You and your friend
Like Siamese twins
I'm fucking at the same time
Same
Slangin' CDs out the trunk for mo' dough
My mojo said, "a thick bitch" so I go slow
I pull it over tryin' to get up on her bumper
Wantin' to crunch her so
I know you think I'm complicated
Talk to me baby I'm in love with you
I'm here with you
I'm gonna stand by you
Through the rise and the fall
In love
Corrupted
By the enemy
My Random Access Memory
They captured
My very best friends
When they returned I knew for sure
They were not the same
Access My Memory
the horoscope
And then a tv guide and
A best seller
A magazine my friend is in
And a magazine that I'm in
Paid for the whole thing by credit card
At the big
dollars jus to leave me lone,
Tell the waitress bring mo bottles up cus she can keep the chaser,
Lil mama switchin' by my section she want me to chase
live and die for hip hop
This is hip hop for today
I give props to hip hop so
Hip Hop hooray, hey ho
You heard a lot about a brother gaining mo
threatened
Ain't a hip hop veteran, I'm a hip hop felon
I need a crib by the mountains
Chest look house lit limbs get frostbit
Brand new outfit's if you less
on a lyrical plane
It's just two bad brothers who will never quit
Mos Def and Tariq from the 2-1-5th
They rock beginnin' to end, on a spiritual blend
Niggas, bitches
Gather 'round
I got a story to tell
Hear this, hear this
Get the whole world
The Swatch bred
Thoroughbred, shockingly took
and family
So mo tępa mò sę ki owo mà lò tán
I can't keep up with poverty
Tępa mo isę kí owo ma lò tan
I can't keep up with poverty
Tępa mo isę
ko fe
Hallelujah ni mo ko fe ko
Na you Dey for me Jeho jeho jeho
And na you say make I follow you o
Say make I follow you dey go
And since that day wey
the day with my old dog Mo
C A7 Dm F7
Down an old dirt road
Bb G F Dm
What he's thinking lord I don't know
Bb
money
Thats my MO
Stayin laid by Meek
That's my MO
Nails done by Dee
That's my MO
I been about my business
That's my MO
I ain't wit that friendly shit
You
a show then (do a show then)
Bring some mo' in (bring some mo' in)
Pockets bigger than a Samoan (than a Samoan)
I'm at the stage every time shorty go in
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