Lyrics

X-Ray Da Mindbenda ft. Kong - "Get Your Money Right" [Emcee(s): Kong] [Producer(s): X-Ray Da Mindbenda] [Hook: Kong] (x2) Step up on the block, what's your purpose? Niggas, are you Working? Get the mail, nigga, or it's curtains Get your money right. Pockets hurting, we all got To eat and the plate is at the end of the street [Verse 1: Kong] I'm from A place where the [?] and sharp Stores get done gung, weather on the one Third rock from the Sun, your man called you son Barking like a dog but the cat got your tongue. Run Nigga, run. Good-sized like a figure, seven and two Quarters, a [?] riddle Easy, Lord, write rhymes on Ouija board God, forgive me, God, forgive this sword. Bored Your boss tripped on a cordless cord, yo AT&T Wireless, motherfucker [Hook: Kong] (x2) Step up on the block, what's your purpose? Niggas, are you Working? Get the mail, nigga, or it's curtains Get your money right. Pockets hurting, we all got To eat and the plate is at the end of the street [Verse 2: Kong] Smell Of broken branches, smoking clouds close to ponder, roast a Male with this toaster, the liquor bottle holster most to Urgent medical—told ya—leave more warning signs Than a Surgeon General poster. Bottles flipped Turn into the streets scholarship with them hollow tips Followers is leaders, and leaders now is followers Flunk body in the trunk. Rob, see hoses, roses Closed casket. I love puffing nicks, why chicks Sucking dick while I'm busting shit on their lips, busting Asses. The streets is mine, mass with numbers Hummers with the summertime runners, gunners are running with The hunted. I'm looking for the crooked way, and fuck Hand-to-hand switching—Kong's backseat-packing. Starve Or become a savage [Hook: Kong] (x2) Step up on the block, what's your purpose? Niggas, are you Working? Get the mail, nigga, or it's curtains Get your money right. Pockets hurting, we all got To eat and the plate is at the end of the street [Verse 3: Kong] Oh shit The block is warm, it's heated. Or with the heaters, heard the Cops is on, they'll walk, The Beast peek at the cry Lies cause me to murder your seed, herbing your breed Hurting your knees, moving in circular speed, the pain [?] those close to me notice me. Industry Trying to get the street groceries, our karma right Armor, left hand python the fans while I'm Focused on the street. Yo, we all got to eat. The game Is built in the men and I'm a menace to finish. The scrimmage [?] I'm in to win it, I'm all street The parked cars, the empty cans, the mailbox, cell Cops, hope, and bail. Verdict, you heard the word [?] [Hook: Kong] (x2) Step up on the block, what's your purpose? Niggas, are you Working? Get the mail, nigga, or it's curtains Get your money right. Pockets hurting, we all got To eat and the plate is at the end of the street [Outro: Kong] The world is mine