Hook:
Just getting my money
All the girls in the world wanna ride wit me
Just getting my money
I`m a Chi-town playa can`t you see
Just getting my money
Mack all the way what can I say
Just getting my money
I`m the prince of the funk
And it sounds this way
Verse 1: Cold Hard, Kilo
Introducing myself as the chief-king Cold Hard
Looking cold like the blow
Of windsmoke like a bodyguard
Slick as the slickest
Slicker you can thinka
Screw me ya goofy trick
And then I`ll switch ya
Got me all hot when haters be at me
Tryin` ta kick off something cause I be jazzy
But I don`t trip at all, I keep on macking
Sit back relax as my ends keep on stacking
[Kilo]
Check it out I strut
Peeping all the good butts
Can I get it on you can have a cut
Of a potent raw dope party
That have you peeped in one hit
Of the key to mack, have you freaking
Straight game from the Chi-town
The fly town, stop fighting all you fat girls
I`ma thousand grammes so act clown
Playas hated looking faded
Ain`t that funny, dummy,
Yo girl be giving up the money
Hook
Verse 2: Neverless
Brothers like me you know I have ta ball a bit
Out wit the Conflict and you know we runnin` it
My fellas told me there`s a gang hanging on the road
Rolling down the window macking on these 3-0-4`s
They creeping peeping to the game but they all the same
Rolling round wid me this trying ta get up in yo brain
But I maintain mine, and I gotta claim mine
Running wid them renegades stepping in between lines
We rolling up the vibes, stepping in the 9-5
Kilo, Cold Hard and the Never wid the Wild Style
Freaks in Deca-T Westside and Chi-Town the best
Cause we westbound put 2 up on ya chest now
Bow down, bow-wow yo yippee-yay
Crucial Conflict`s got `em in the barn smoking on hay
But still it`s on to the break a dawn, dawn of the day
As I chill wid the Conflict, just getting my money!
Hook
Verse 3: WildStyle
Straight for the hood I be live 4-5 by my side
As I ride on the funky track bumpin` yo back
In the `Lac we be like snicking a mix like this
Every single day when I play my way
Cause it ain`t no thing for me ta just chill
Got my money in my pocket everything is real
Who is me? What is me? Could you be like me?
Creepin` it`s the weekend and I`ll be sneaking
Bass penetrate my chest when I`m off the cess-sime
Ya see the mack make it easy,
All a y`all freaks we can party all night
Throw ya hands in the s-k-y put `em up high
Sweet, beet, good enough ta eat,
Get ya champagne glasses drink is on me
To all you MCs, playas indeed, it`s the wicked WildStyle
And I`d like ta say peace
Hook (til` fade)
