Money in the Bank

Lyrics

[Hook x2] "Money in the bank, yeahhhh!" "Rocked and rolled, but then you rolled and rocked" [Verse 1: Large Professor] 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 9 sneaker or boot Chop chumps to stumps, and they remain mi-nute 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 props and crops like spinach I'm vintage, your single sums up to a 10-inch My soul brothers 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 [Hook x3] "Money in the bank, yeahhhh!" "Rocked and rolled, but then you rolled and rocked" [Verse 2: Freddie Foxxx] 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 suckas left! I grab the mic, and I load it like a long .45th Huh! And dare ya to riff Or even sneeze as I blow you to your knees Have you curled up in a corner like a dog, with hoof and 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 [Hook] "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.." [Verse 3: Kool G. Rap] Kool G. Rap for your first selection, get up on it To my opponents — let me just demonstrate for a moment Crooks gettin' hooked to my book, just like an addiction Stop your diction, you droppin' 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 live 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, suckas I be settin' up Button up, while I'm cuttin' up, never lettin' up I don't link up, with suckas with raps that shrank Thanks, sonny, I'm takin' money to the bank [Hook x3] "Money in the bank, yeahhhh!" "Rocked and rolled, but then you rolled and rocked" [Verse 4: Ant Live & (Kool G Rap)] 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 wanna try me, but can't escape my clutch Too much, caught in the ropes like double dutch You wanna 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 suckas walk off the plank) Not now, I'm takin' money to the bank [Outro x6] "Money in the bank, yeahhhh!"