Confessions of a Cash Register

Lyrics

[Intro: Prodigy] Yeah Yeah (Check me out) That's right (Check me out) Yeah Yeah (A-L-C, Don P, Mac) Uh Yeah [Verse 1: Prodigy & Mac Miller] All I got for these niggas Is expletives and slugs All I got for these bitches Is big dick and drugs Alcohol and guns Don't be scared now you got it, thug Smart enough to chill the fuck out Until it's time to dump Release so much rage In such a short space I'll put your face In your cornflakes, mob-style You gave them Goma power Your honey want it, nigga; hold it down Hood nigga, she love my style I knocked the cat out, nigga I'll pull a Lufthansa Nigga, is that your bitch? I took that back to the casa I'm always pulling the heist; I can't help that Bitches wanna To know what that ride be like for just one night I blow up mine and get low There's too much dough out here to be broke So I hit the curb And bend a few corners bumping this shit here Turnt all the way up Niggas getting robbed tonight; let's be clear Come up off of them things A nigga gone die tonight, I leave you here You give me your valuables (Uh...) No funny moves, I swear (Uh) [Verse 2: Mac Miller] A man walked in with a smile on his face And a loaded .45 in his hand (In his hand) Told the clerk, "Don't move; I didn't come here to shoot But I will, so you must understand", Bang! Shots in the air, no time to waste Been doin' drugs all day, now his mind erased (Gone) Fuck the register, he better find the safe Get the money, hit his homies up, and congregate (Uh-huh) I need bread, my kid need to be fed This is a recession, goin' through depression (Whoa) I ain't done sinnin' 'cause I ain't done winnin' (No) Gotta be fucked up to make it to the top, where the money at? Could be next to meet death and vanish Work at CVS, and one day you'll manage (You'll manage) Rejects, emotionally damaged You kids need a shrink, let me call Rick Moranis (Okay) Want to get a crib in Atlantis ('lantis) Knock a bitch out cold, she Rick Rambis (Whoa) Tell Dorothy we ain't in Kansas (No) Livin' in this world, but we don't understand it (Whoa), no Bullshit, you can't sell that (Nope) All these kids who get held back (Yep) My cup filled, and my L fat Thinkin', "We just want Dave Chappelle back" Run and tell that I'm comin' through the function with a somethin' too disgustin' for discussion (Whoa) Yep, that's Alchemist on production Little bit of Larry Fish, yeah, it's nothin', uh (Haha) God vs. man (Man), lion vs. lamb (Lamb) Competition ain't shit (Ain't shit) I'ma treat you all like my bitch (My bitch) You can start by sucking this dick Biotch *Gunshot*