he was a fake nigga Got knocks, snitched up, switched up Started turning state, caught a case and I thought court offenders make the best story sayers Money Boss Players
back dead, just ahead A cop's better, use this biretta Snitch, bet your bitch, she in a pre-dug ditch 'Cause I command a whole battalion of life takers Plus, the other bosses
't play no Public Enemy You ain't playin' no Boogie Down Productions You ain't tryin' to represent the black community You just carin' about your little ol' R&B bull You play
, it ain?t got medicine I got bars, sentencing I?m a bad bitch, I?m a cunt and I?ll kick that hoe, punt forced trauma, blunt you play the back, bitch,
like what? Money Boss like what? The Gun Runners like what? And KNS like what? And Uptown like what? Shaolin, play, play on Strong Isle, play, play on and a Mt. Vern, play play
turn up North ? hurt no tell de boss And if dem tell me off dey are a bunch of ghosts And if dem gal are up, well den dem know da gal are boss De rap
, Twista Bun B, Pimp C, A.C. Killer Get your money, get your paper Elevate like my nigga DMX Here's a prayer, God bless playa Everybody wanna sound like
Tryna play me 'cause I'm rappin', I will break yo' jaw Catch a *** in these streets, make you take clothes off Leave you dead butt naked, man, you *** with a boss
of motherfuckers Who ain't goin' out like suckers Told me call Karl Kani and all my other brothers I told my sister Walker, who was the smoothest talker Negotiate the deal with them other money
the money up to the ceiling Ain't no penicillin finna hit 'em When I'm dealing wit 'em ask Yung Berg Where we go after we kill 'em? 'Cuz we gettin' money
A.N.G. we spray then leave we play when we know we play N.E. V.E.R. C.P.R. Doctor Carter are you the disease boy young money motherfucka deez theez boyz
I could but I can't say some other names 'cause of the Feds Until my bloods, cold red Man you know how we play it And if it cost to be the boss, oh well
of shit, to make you smile Put your seatbeat on, cause I be drivin wildyou think I'm like them other niggaz I just wanna fuck But I like to get money
What happened to that other rapper Y'all used to fuck with? Man, we ain't fucking with that fake motherfucker MC Uh, whatever that motherfucker name
that With a stable of hoe's and my pockets fat But don't trip, I made up my mind when I was 17 I ain't with no marriage and a wedding ring I be a player
time on a one-rap rapper You wanna get with me, you gotta climb that ladder But you ain't nothin' but a joke Rappers make money, tell me why are you
the jeans Well you know she's not, so don't play dumb Little girls walking round trying to give me some But I tell 'em like this, I'm the player $hort
back and cut your throat when you ain't lookin What is money? Money is what makes a man act funny Money is the root of all evil Money'll make them same
