[ VERSE 1 ]
Money, money, money, muthafuckin green
Reach inside my pocket, I don`t feel it, and I wanna scream
Nigga, give it up, cause I want every penny in your pocket
And your ass is goin down if you tell me you ain`t got it
I gotta make a profit in that Nickel Ward
Cause I ain`t with bein broke and times are gettin hard
I pull the gat and hit the boulevard huntin for a victim
Catch him slippin, pop the clip in, and then I get him
When in mama`s womb I was doomed, destined for poverty
And no nigga in the ghetto about to win a lottery
So what does it bother me to knock a nigga off?
I`m educated, in a robbery, bitch, I`m the boss
Mr. Lawman is quick to call this action a crime
Because they can`t tax robbery, they don`t get a dime
Everything`d be fine if I was working 9 to 5
But I can`t get that kinda job, I ain`t 5 ft. high
Since they don`t realize that my size ain`t shit
I`m gonna gaffle em and baffle em until my bank gets
To the maximum, I get the gat then i`m after them fast
Goin for bad, goin from copper to cash
Some people will try to jack you
Some people will even kill you
So give it to em, y`all
[ VERSE 2 ]
When I started writin lyrics it was like a religion to me
Cause when I seen the mic, you`re fuckin right, I was kickin it, gee
Knew that it was somethin that was gonna last a lifetime
When I pushed my homework aside so I could write rhymes
I sat in class hypnotized, my mind in a daze
Pretendin Bushwick Bill rippin up a stage
But back in the days Little Bill was soft as jello
And hard work pays, now I`m the hardest muthafucka in the ghetto
I assured I got the rhymes that was popular at times
But I hadn`t got my name on the dotted line
I couldn`t pay the dime, mama worked parttime
It made me so mad, I sat down and wrote hard rhymes
I ??? cause I couldn`t pay the fee
Then my boy gave me a ki, in a week I made a g
Pretty soon I was laughin in a mansion makin profits
Puttin half in the bank, keepin half in my pockets
Cops were hopin, cops were hopin they could get me net
They be promoted to a captain for the big arrest
I wasn`t slippin, I was givin the blues the blues
Cause I refused to lose, I grabbed the booze and cruised
Up the avenue, laughin at the people in school
Cause they broke as a muthafucka talkin bout a golden rule
You`re sayin I`m a fool for droppin out
I`m makin millions, well daddy, what you`re talkin bout?
I remember scrapin up pennies for the 4-double oz`s
Now my refigerator`s full of Olde E
I used to only rap on the schoolyard
Now I`m in the studio droppin lyrics too hard
I took the road to the riches in a dash
Left my competators at last, they run from copper to cash
Some people will try to jack you
Some people will even kill you
So give it to em, y`all
[ VERSE 3 ]
A lotta people didn`t think that it could happen
They all started laughin when I told em I`d be rappin
But now I`m cashin in big checks from the Rap-A-Lot
Bill`s gettin paid, now it`s my turn to laugh a lot
I live the life that a lotta niggas dream of
I sit back and smoke cess in a steam tub
I got bitches and bitches and bitches and bitches
And more bitches on my dick, they like the size of my pockets
But I ain`t cuttin for a stinky piece of pearl tongue
She makes a move for my wallet, and the girl`s hung
Cause when you`re broke, you`re a joke, but when you get cash
Them muthafuckin stink hoes want half
So all of you funky-ass hoes can kiss
My Geto-Boy-midget-mind-of-a-lunatic-
Fuck-a-war-can`t-be-stopped-size-ain`t-shit-
Other-level-rap-a-lot-copper-to-cash-dick
But if you just wanna fuck me
Yeah aight, aight, you can suck a nigga`s Chuckie
Some people will try to jack you
Some people will even kill you
So give it to em, y`all
