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Money in the Bank

by Kool G Rap & DJ Polo

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"Money in the bank yeahhhh" "Rocked and rolled but then you rolled and rocked" "Money in the bank yeahhhh" "Rocked and rolled but then you rolled and rocked" Listen You get upset when you hear the Large Professor On your girl's cassette deck expect Nothin comin soft 'cause I'll never throw weaker blows I'll kick you in your [ass] and your breath'll smell like sneaker soles Now how's that for a fixin'? You'd better rather go to Roy's, cause I ain't kickin' science fiction I kick a size nine sneaker or boot Chop chumps to stumps, and they remain minute The Sheik, I get deep, and always leave with the wet meat Because of my technique, I'm the one you let speak I collect crops and props like spinach I'm vintage, your single sums up to a ten inch My soul brother Van Paul and Pete Rock Keep the funk flowin' until the last beat stops The soul man, can't have you leavin' on a stretcher Probably, have you leavin in leather, I catch a body From wreckin' slum rappers, but to be frank I don't give a [fuck] I got money in the bank "Money in the bank, yeahhhh" "Rocked and rolled, but then you rolled and rocked" "Money in the bank, yeahhhh" "Rocked and rolled, but then you rolled and rocked" "Money in the bank, yeahhhh" "Rocked and rolled, but then you rolled and rocked" This is the stage of Triple-X When you're sittin' by your radio, screamin', "Freddie Foxxx goes next" Those beholdin' the words of a master Find mental disaster, as I kick it faster Whoever opposes me, and what I feel Might find their legs bein' replaced by steel This is a brand new year, and the penalty is death So there won't be a lot of suckers left I grab the mic, and I load it like a long four-fifth Huh, and dare you to riff Or even sneeze as I blow you to your knees, have you curled up In a corner like a dog, with hoof in mouth disease Spittin' razor blades, cuttin' veins you can't stitch I got you screamin like a [bitch] I took your microphone, you can't get it back Because your rap was wack I'm comin' fifty strong in an armored tank And takin' money to the bank "Money in the bank, yeahhhh" "Rocked and rolled, but then you rolled and rocked" "Money in the bank, yeahhhh" "Rocked and rolled, but then you rolled and rocked" "Money in the bank, yeahhhh" "Rocked and rolled, but then you ro.. rolled.." Cool G. Rap for your first selection, get up on it To my opponents, let me just demonstrate for a minute Crooks gettin' hooked, to my book, just like an addiction Stop your diction you drop, the science fiction Let's get specific you can't get with it I'm too terrific and scientific, forget it Don't even try to limp it, you're not ready to make hits You still got a learner's permit Poppin' that [shit], you better sit Here's a word, of a third degree burn, so listen and learn You're missin' a turn, so you better get, concerned My challenger, check the calendar I'm as live as a .45 caliber, Colt With a silencer, wettin' up, suckers I be settin' up Button up, while I'm cuttin' up, never lettin' up I don't link up, with suckers with raps that shrank Thanks sonny, I'm takin' money to the bank "Money in the bank, yeahhhh" "Rocked and rolled, but then you rolled and rocked" "Money in the bank, yeahhhh" "Rocked and rolled, but then you rolled and rocked" "Money in the bank, yeahhhh" "Rocked and rolled, but then you rolled and rocked" One in the chamber, eight in the clip Pull out a razor, watch your rhyme book rip It's Ant Live, liver and deliveries get liver With G. Rap, and we're the sole survivors MC's want to try me, but can't escape, my clutch Too much, caught in the ropes, like double dutch You want to run up, you better run up light Cause like a whorehouse shippin' out [pussy] tonight Believe me I ain't goin' out like a brick parachute Or a fruit, or a guy that wears Brut Cologne, I'm violent prone, so leave me alone I'm about to set fire to the microphone And leave the mic so hot you need potholders for this Due to burnt wires it's cordless (Yo Ant Live make suckers walk off the plank) Not now, I'm takin' money to the bank "Money in the bank, yeahhhh" "Money in the bank, yeahhhh" "Money in the bank, yeahhhh" "Money in the bank, yeahhhh" "Money in the bank, yeahhhh" "Money in the bank, yeahhhh"

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