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It`s the Money

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hook

Now it`s the money, that make this here world round`
And it`s the money, that make you wanna lay niggas down
And it`s the money, that make you and your best buddy fight
But when you ain`t got shit, everything is tight
Cause it`s the money, that make you wanna flex for them hoes
And it`s the money, thats keepin` your nose full of that blow
And it`s the money, that make you think that you bulletproof
But niggas `ll do what it takes, just to come up on loot

I came in this thang, a little short on change
All I had was a dime, couple rhymes, and my name
Tryin` to get in where I fit, stuck in this red dirt
Plannin` a way to get this money, but I can`t get no work
See some niggas live, and some niggas die
I was hip to the game, can`t let no time fly by
And though it`s the money, that make you wanna shine
But believe it`s the money, that make you want mine
Now nigga for real, got to pay them bills
Money got you fucked up, lay em` down for his
But homeboy still, you ain`t even came up
The same way you got it, see your ass gonna get stuck
Thats tought from me, straight from a young buck
If your shoes ain`t tied, then you bound to trip up
This money here, is a dangerous weapon, never get attached
You`d better count your blessin`s nigga

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Uh, ever since them first red and black Jordans
Till` when you couldn`t get nothin`
for that little girl that you were courtin`
And done always been bout` how much paper you got
That money can get you a little twat, if you ain`t gettin` off your rock
That money can make you, or break you
Them police shake you, cause your ridin` big-boy six hundred
Like a nigga ain`t supposed to have nuttin`, thats worth a lil` somethin`
The reason niggas gettin` chickens in and kickin` in doors
Flippin` Jags and Burbans, living life dirty
You gotta get it in, the only way you know how
Whether you click-click-pow or you delivering flowers
Let the bullet rain showers on the nigga who you know got that flow
Then took his ass straight out the door, for a few G`s
A couple of Oz`s, and now you broke next week
Them little green court papers`ll get you caught up in capers
Gone sour, money got niggas dying by the hour

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Now is it me, or is it that you can`t take it like a man
And stand in these streets and hold your own like a man
And man, ain`t it sad, that your man hud (hid) and ran
From the time you started talkin` that shit, just like a man
So do what you can, cause see you lookin` kinda shawt`
Cause indeed you gone bleed on your knees, for now you`ve lost
In this maze, tryin` to find another way, just to escape all them filthy ways
So shake it off, and shake it loose, just as I`ve come to say
This ain`t no dream, as you gleam, just as you cross between
Them foolish things, for that ol` green, got you seein` things
So what you mean, its the money that got you in this thang
From gettin` squirreled for a buck out in this world

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