Root Of All Evil

Lyrics

[Chorus: San Quinn] The root of all evil, legal or illegal gettings People's purposes are shifted Dollar signs on all our minds At the core of what's in store for me and my kind The root of all evil, legal or illegal gettings People's purposes are shifted Dollar signs on all our minds At the core of what's in store for me and my kind [Verse 1: Rappin' 4-Tay] You remind me of a toilet, trick It seems that every time you come around, you're always full of shit Trying to be somebody you ain't, take a vacation And slow your roll before you fuck up your reputation Yes, I'm down with that GLP love We was rippin' and kickin' it way before the "Playa's Club" Can't none of you haters keep no talented players like us apart The Bay's on the map, I knew it from the fuckin' start They talk down on us, but now they wanna be around us Hatin' to the fullest extent but guess what Everybody can't be a GLP member My niggas are sick as fuck, we're lacing this agenda Like a relay, so parlay, with a fifth of Marnier I thought you knew, I'll be around, it's Rappin' 4-Tay We deliver so game it's getting lethal So separate yours from mine, busta, trust a, root of all evil [Chorus: San Quinn] The root of all evil, legal or illegal gettings People's purposes are shifted Dollar signs on all our minds At the core of what's in store for me and my kind The root of all evil, legal or illegal gettings People's purposes are shifted Dollar signs on all our minds At the core of what's in store for me and my kind [Verse 2: JT the Bigga Figga] Renewing my vessels, causing thresholds on a daily Niggas faulty but ain't no thang because these suckas can't fade me I want your undivided attention, the seasons of a winner The top notch percenters to hopscotch beginners Begin this apparatus, got the baddest conversation for those Manipulated, you're froze, so close the doors Open up your mind for the rattle, niggas shackled like cattle Disrespected like snitches and rounded up for the battle Now ask yourself: who's the baddest and the boldest from the shoulders? The Low be rollin' thickest from the youngsters to the oldest Legendary in my town when I was packin' my .9 But now I'm packin' my rhyme, it's time to climb Repenting for my old way of life so now I prosper and it's proper Thanks to the Most High, no need for my chopper Back up out my face, there is no equal Prepare for the sequel, you know what I'm sayin' The root of all evil [Chorus: San Quinn] The root of all evil, legal or illegal gettings People's purposes are shifted Dollar signs on all our minds At the core of what's in store for me and my kind The root of all evil, legal or illegal gettings People's purposes are shifted Dollar signs on all our minds At the core of what's in store for me and my kind [Verse 3: San Quinn] Gang with me, none, my speech won't be long It's about these felines who do not belong In the field, the D zone, don't know what page we be on Everything you see is wrong so it's a must to be strong, yo Keep your clutch with reality and your salary Your grip or grab a hold 'fore you end up tore up naturally The ice cold cizash, the reason why we lose you Do the dirty job, rob and mob or pop If everybody had a mil ticket, house and a Lex Rub off our good game, there'll be no need to bless Smoke dank for stress, but some fortune, don't have it Do not grab automatic, and man, if you do not have it 'Cause them homies with the same tats, same scratch broke flat Got the game confused, don't even know where home at For the love of money, the earth should make it rain For the petty pocket change, niggas bring the pain The root of all evil [Chorus: San Quinn] The root of all evil, legal or illegal gettings People's purposes are shifted Dollar signs on all our minds At the core of what's in store for me and my kind The root of all evil, legal or illegal gettings People's purposes are shifted Dollar signs on all our minds At the core of what's in store for me and my kind [Verse 4: Playa P] Five Times Nut, that's my crew And if you niggas in the field, never ever show no fear, make it clear For your ear, I spin like a hemisphere On a reel to reel, some call it a track Be on the mack, that's a fact, could not lack like that Knick knack, even a stack for me rap Snap back, we relax, ready to puff a twamp sack He probably don't even know the facts Still packin' a gat on the ump that's wack Put yourself in a trap 'cause your mind went flat Put the evil with the devil and you still don't care less Addicted to the game to try to earn a quick stack Don't ever think twice, you'd rather take their life Ain't forgiven by Christ, first of all, down to brawl night Even against the law, yes y'all, do not take down far Never to borrow nothin', always hid face, frontin' And for nothin', bruh bruh Word to the humbug, play a bee, stung ya with the Root of all evil (Legal or illegal gettings, people's purposes are shifted) [Chorus: San Quinn] The root of all evil, legal or illegal gettings People's purposes are shifted Dollar signs on all our minds At the core of what's in store for me and my kind The root of all evil, legal or illegal gettings People's purposes are shifted Dollar signs on all our minds At the core of what's in store for me and my kind