Lyrics

[VERSE 1] Money, money, money, muthafuckin` green Reach inside my pocket, I don't feel it, and I wanna scream Nigga, give it up, cause I want every penny in your pocket And your ass is goin` down if you tell me you ain't got it I gotta make a profit in that Nickel Ward Cause I ain't with being broke and times are gettin` hard I pull the gat and hit the boulevard huntin` for a victim Catch him slippin`, pop the clip in, and then I get him When in mama's womb I was doomed, destined for poverty And no nigga in the ghetto about to win a lottery So what does it bother me to knock a nigga off? I'm educated, in a robbery, bitch, I'm the boss Mr. Lawman is quick to call this action a crime Because they can't tax robbery, they don't get a dime Everything'd be fine if I was working 9 to 5 But I can't get that kinda job, I ain't 5 ft. high Since they don't realize that my size ain't shit I'm gonna gaffle em and baffle em until my bank gets To the maximum, I get the gat then i'm after them fast Goin` for bad, goin` from copper to cash [Hook] Some people will try to jack you Some people will even kill you So give it to em, y'all [VERSE 2] When I started writin` lyrics it was like a religion to me Cause when I seen the mic, you're fuckin` right, I was kickin` it, G Knew that it was somethin` that was gonna last a lifetime When I pushed my homework aside so I could write rhymes I sat in class hypnotized, my mind in a daze Pretendin` Bushwick Bill rippin` up a stage But back in the days Little Bill was soft as jello And hard work pays, now I'm the hardest muthafucka in the ghetto I assured I got the rhymes that was popular at times But I hadn't got my name on the dotted line I couldn't pay the dime, mama worked part time It made me so mad, I sat down and wrote hard rhymes I began bitchin` cause I couldn't pay the fee Then my boy gave me a ki, in a week I made a g Pretty soon I was laughin` in a mansion makin` profits Puttin` half in the bank, keepin` half in my pockets Cops were hopin`, cops were hopin` they could get me net They be promoted to a captain for the big arrest I wasn't slippin`, I was givin` the blues the blues Cause I refused to lose, I grabbed the booze and cruised Up the avenue, laughin` at the people in school Cause they broke as a muthafucka talkin` bout a golden rule You're sayin` I'm a fool for droppin` out I'm makin` millions, well daddy, what you're talkin bout? I remember scrapin` up pennies for the 4-double oz's Now my refigerator's full of Olde E I used to only rap on the schoolyard Now I'm in the studio droppin` lyrics too hard I took the road to the riches in a dash Left my competitors at last, they run from copper to cash [Hook] Some people will try to jack you Some people will even kill you So give it to em, y'all [VERSE 3] A lotta people didn't think that it could happen They all started laughin` when I told em I'd be rappin` But now I'm cashin` in big checks from the Rap-A-Lot Bill's gettin` paid, now it's my turn to laugh a lot I live the life that a lotta niggas dream of I sit back and smoke cess in a steam tub I got bitches and bitches and bitches and bitches And more bitches on my dick, they like the size of my pockets But I ain't cuttin` for a stinky piece of pearl tongue She makes a move for my wallet, and the girl's hung Cause when you're broke, you're a joke, but when you get cash Them muthafuckin` stink hoes want half So all of you funky-ass hoes can kiss My Geto-Boy-midget-mind-of-a-lunatic- Fuck-a-war-can't-be-stopped-size-ain't-shit- Other-level-rap-a-lot-copper-to-cash-dick But if you just wanna fuck me Yeah aight, aight, you can suck a nigga's Chuckie [Hook] Some people will try to jack you Some people will even kill you So give it to em, y'all