Money

(Bizzy Bone:)
 I'm riding a caddy and daddy I'm rolling it sadly
 But I don't mind, if they laughing at me
 The movie I hardly think that they be singing singing
 I never gave up on my lady, but she still ain't listening to me
 Gotta let them 24's spin, chins ain't chipping or flipping
 And let me get another victim again... gain-gain-gain-gain
 And whether they don't gimme any hen or befriend them
 When they said I was, but I been right here, cause
 You know what it is, you know what it was
 So they wanna move dude, Watchu gotta do, who
 Not me...
 I said I'm glossin', and who you thought of flossin' baby
 Baby, I'm not Pac though... And I'm not God, no...
 But I float like a butterfly, sting like a... (bee)...
 Mo Money, money, money, money, money, money
 In the face of the crowd
 Plottin' and now, I don't need no pride to hide
 Oh wow, oh wow...
 Mo money, money in the face of the crowd
 Plottin' now, I don't need no pride to hide
 Oh wow... But baby I'm not Pac, No!... (BUCK, BUCK...)
 (Twista:)
 Ya now out by the windy city south park
 No cookin' in the kitchen, homie we put out raw
 Midwest outlaw... Fuck with it? I doubt ya'll
 Somewhere between Chi-town and Cleveland is where they found ya'll
 Rolling through the alley in a caddy...
 Throw my cali's at the hataz... O with a P
 When they hit a nigga grizzle rocking city after city...
 They gon' ask, "Is he doing it with Bizzy? "
 And you know I ain't done now (Why?)
 Cause we 2 of the coldest muthafucka...
 To spit these fast lyrics on one track
 Buck 'em with a lyrical bullet in the body...
 Because I gotta get this fire to know shit don't stop
 Pull up in a Lamborghini or the Ferrari...
 Other one gotta get the props, so I gotta get the drop
 Gotta get the doe and get the money, money
 I could really feel it when I hear they coming for me
 Try to get it if you think you feeling kinda lucky
 Twin Glocks... so you know you better bring a buddy
 And I got the ammunition for anybody...
 That wanna go against the Midwest Militia
 A whole crippled the competition for Bizzy
 A whole crippled the competition for Twista
 A whole crippled the world because it's us against it...
 And the shit about the get ugly
 The static come and hit em with the automatic...
 Running through borough after murder but I'm a go and so I gotta get
 (Bizzy:)
 Me and my brother Twista getting it crunk
 And drinking that goosey, with 'em a brew
 Doing whatever we want to do
 Get to the club, ain't nobody knew
 Thought that we beefing, they try to divide the truth
 Talk about who really started the style
 How bout everyone living in harmony...
 Look at the army, now
 General 7, the belly is purest and we wanna get it...
 At heaven, we dancing our way to the gates
 If you coming we'll need every Muslim
 We human, we're all in the brethren
 Veteran deep in the city I pity the fool...
 Who jump out of this fake
 What do I look like massaging the thought
 When they come with the matrix and say that we 'fraid
 We'll never break...
 'Member that conny and Twista
 We're gonna go through the fire, never expire
 Give it the way that they want it...
 The fun of for you if you tired (What about...)
 Money, you tell me what's money to you
 Pay for the rappers and corporates...
 The office that burn wood, but the burn good
 And the brain wave... Puts the energy, certainly
 I don't have time for emergencies, baby the word...
 And we walk with the covenant
 Party and popping the melody...
 Baby, I know that the ladies be loving it
 Brush the dust (in the) enemies way, get 'em a drink
 We look too lovely, the spirit is present
 And never be hesitant, Twista and Bizzy
 We getting this money, Nukka