makes me sick whatever happened to equality and i, got a tan from my tv do you, believe, everything your told? i dont! do you? i, want things to make and do
they make, the mo' money they make All we wanted to do was rap, young and enthusiastic Hopin that one day our tapes would be in stores shrinkwrapped and
the C-Walls You can't ever do like I do, cause nigga I'm a millionaire I'ma make em stare Nigga I got my own name brand shoes, and my underwear Every
breeze would come and the trees would bend And the people would say "look what it leads with sin". And the air was violent and our care was silent And
fame and the fortune there?s still bull? Cause even though we struggled hard And gave up everything just to make it this far Some people love us, and
and swallowed 50 Advil's (chorus) (Tony Yayo) They say money make the world go round Material things make a hoe go down I see you in your Prada Gucci and
ain't good money, this I know But I still love hood money, I gets my dough And as a youngster, a nigga went to so much church And still turned out fucked
a MC and I sell a lot of records makin pimp beats I could do a show tonight and make ten G's Fuck til the mornin, sleep late and smoke weed Three cars
straight irresistable Without a pistol, I'll make you put your hands up So everybody in the place put your hands up [Chorus] Stompin', and pimpin' and mackin' and
to break the window smash that boy and get up and then go heres some leaving a trail with no clue no propane no buds and shoes and you know the rivalry
for awhile When I was young I took the soul up out of rhythm and blues When hip hop originated slowly paid my dues And take my shoes, and try to walk
can lay on the beach And I'll hand-feed you grapes Andrew: I can unwrap your package And you'll unwrap mine And I'll kiss your neck As I do you from
special, like free ketchup packets Ostriches and midget porn Vaccinations and plastic corn And I love you (I'm loving you sweet child!)(WAA!) Plastic whips and leather shoes Hepititas and Elmers glue And
dog has it's day Oh wee I got the cools A brand new car And the family jewels And they won't stop me now In Hollywood Oh wee boogedy shoe Got myself
Adams shoes With the gangsta blues Do the crip walk Do the crip walk A everybody, do the crip walk A cuz, do the crip walk Do the crip walk Do the crip
streets and get close to this So while I do my thing, you do your thing Caress the mic like a baby to make your head bang Rhyme skills the dopest, the
But now he got a badge and a tool with him And he's up to no good in the hood And he would make your life a livin hell if he could And I don't see an
