Текст песни Cypress Hill - Money

Till Death Do Us Part
Жанр: Rap
Исполнитель: Cypress Hill
Альбом: Till Death Do Us Part
Длительность: 03:33
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Yo, I got this plan to make some money.     I want you to keep this shit to yourself.     At 6:15 am this truck pulls out the post office.     I'm like a shootin' wisher.     Now it makes one stop     before it goes to Sacramento,     which is a mail drop-off     at First Federal Loan and Savings. I did whatever I could to get by Slang dope jack people hands in the sky When you livin' on the edge yeah holmie it's a high You get caught up in the drama and eventually you die Livin' in a hard world some are livin' lies Son you better wise up and open up your eyes Shit it never easy holmie people will connive Better have a hustle if you mean to survive Why you're so greedy can you tell us all why Look holmie believe me you're fuckin' metal ply For the dollar everybody is a target that's real Talkin' is smog you're fate's signed and sealed You could be the next one cross 'em in the path What maybe if you do the math you can avoid the blood bath All the money that we stole too weak to take greed Give it to an honest man the money is still deep     Dollar bill y'all     Dollar bill y'all     Dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar bill y'all Fiend for the mean green Never get enough is a mother fuckin' gangsta dream For the love of the cash flow You could live fast and you could die slow Show where's the can bet your ass you believe it 'Cause niggas that you know try hard to be schemin' Work hard is fuck for everything to rock You a dead mother fucker 'fore I get got Fools got game floss and drop names My move's faster than a runaway train Fuck the world don't ask me for shit Catch you on your knees and you want some dick Spot a gold nigga with a hairline trigger Each root your name the reputation get bigger For the love of the money, pussy, drugs Fools change and get all twisted up     Dollar bill y'all     Dollar bill y'all     Dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar bill y'all Only if ya better keep your eyes peeled 'Cause you were talkin' for jacks and that's real Whether you rap or do biz or drug deal Holmie for the dollar you can get yourself killed He decided to jet it could happen with no discussion Straps of all pain fools fuckin' eruptin' For the green little papers jackin' your neighbors But what if your neighbor put arms in his favor Moved up the heater to mash you punk bitches Don't wanna earn shit you wanna jack for the riches Nothin' in life's for free my nigga learn that You burn someone they might just burn back Scorchin' niggas to the third degree Auh y'all triggers deserve to be Put out of you misery your history son When your body disappears then the mystery come     Dollar bill y'all     Dollar bill y'all     Dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar bill y'all
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