Testo: Guru. Where's Our Money?!.

Yeah, heh, heh, it's time y'all
It's yours truly in the house, you know me
Baldhead Slick, that's right
That nigga who been puttin' it down for years, spittin' fire

That's right, holdin' it down in the streets
Fuck the industry bullshit
Switchin' up from sweat suits and kicks, to gators and slacks
Spittin' nothin' but pure facts

Plus I got my clip with me this time
And we aimin' at your head, punk
Ill Kid Records, New Millennium duckets
Snatchin' the cheese from right under you rats noses

(Ladies and gentlemen)
You know and I know, I might drop a verse
When the mic's within my reach, I don't mean to preach
When the mic's within my reach, [unverified]
Ladies and gentlemen
When the mic's within my reach I'm nice like that

Don't base my whole life on loot but money sure helps
I keep it tight like army boots to ensure wealth
I meet suckers everyday that rhyme, they say they rhyme
Most of them, corny as hell, won't get paid a dime

A lotta these punks, they all sound the same
They all sound lame, fakin' like they down with the game
Against me they'll fail, I'm like the black Frankie Hale
I leave 'em slumped and they body dumped over the rail

Show me respect then cut me a fat check
You little niggaz are like virgins, you haven't had ass yet
Wet behind the ears while I been spittin' darts for years
Don't make me embarrass you in front of your so called peers

Them fools gassed you in the first place, dirt face
Cocksucker thought you had wins got suck in the worst place
And that's when I attack your fears
'Cuz I'm a real racketeer, get my money and bring it back here

It's me little homey, Gangsta B
Head Slick poppin' off and it's thanks to me
Have the check in the mail to the bank for me
Flagrant chief 'cuz that's how my behavior be

It's me gettin' stocks and bonds, runnin' with lots of dons
Don't buy the chain if you can't cop the charm
Me and my peeps carry lots of arms
Where's our money? Where's our money?

(Ladies and gentlemen)
You know and I know, I might drop a verse
When the mic's within my reach, I don't mean to preach
When the mic's within my reach [unverified]
(Ladies and gentlemen)
When the mic's within my reach I'm nice like that

For the dough, I'll lay you out with no remorse
You'll get tossed, legs and limbs lost, just for tryna floss
I don't give a fuck if you think you're the man
You think I give a damn? You better think of a plan

I come through like gangbusters to bang and crush ya
'Cuz the fake cats that you hang with are suckas
One phone call, death to you all
Picture me scuffin' up my new kicks or shoes in a brawl

Any problem with the law, I'll beat the case for real
Beat you in the face with steel, leave you so you can't taste or feel
For the cash, I'll take you out and your whole staff
Have you lookin' funny as hell but I won't laugh

It's gettin' overcrowded in this rap game, so I slap lames
Who kick phony lip with their wack names
I'm so and so, I'm this and that
You get dissed and smacked while I counterfeit your stacks

It's me little homey, Gangsta B
Head Slick poppin' off and it's thanks to me
Have the check in the mail to the bank for me
Flagrant chief 'cuz that's how my behavior be

It's me gettin' stocks and bonds, runnin' with lots of dons
Don't buy the chain if you can't cop the charm
Me and my peeps carry lots of arms
Where's our money? Where's our money?

(Ladies and gentlemen)
You know and I know, I might drop a verse
When the mic's within my reach, I don't mean to preach
When the mic's within my reach [unverified]
(Ladies and gentlemen)
When the mic's within my reach, I'm nice like that [unverified]