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Artist/Band:
Cypress Hill
Lyrics for Song: Money
Lyrics for Album: Till Death Do Us Part
Yo, I got this plan to make some money. I want you to keep this shit to yourself.
At 6:15 am this truck pulls out the post office. IÂ’m like a shootinÂ’ wisher.
Now it makes one stop before it goes to Sacramento,
which is a mail drop-off at First Federal Loan and Savings.
I did whatever I could to get by
Slang dope jack people hands in the sky
When you livinÂ’ on the edge yeah holmie itÂ’s a high
You get caught up in the drama and eventually you die
LivinÂ’ in a hard world some are livinÂ’ lies
Son you better wise up and open up your eyes
Shit it never easy holmie people will connive
Better have a hustle if you mean to survive
Why youÂ’re so greedy can you tell us all why
Look holmie believe me youÂ’re fuckinÂ’ metal ply
For the dollar everybody is a target thatÂ’s real
TalkinÂ’ is smog youÂ’re fateÂ’s signed and sealed
You could be the next one cross ‘em in the path
What maybe if you do the math you can avoid the blood bath
All the money that we stole too weak to take greed
Give it to an honest man the money is still deep
Dollar bill yÂ’all
Dollar bill yÂ’all
Dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar bill yÂ’all
Dollar bill yÂ’all
Dollar bill yÂ’all
Dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar bill yÂ’all
Dollar bill yÂ’all
Dollar bill yÂ’all
Dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar bill yÂ’all
Dollar bill yÂ’all
Dollar bill yÂ’all
Dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar bill yÂ’all
Fiend for the mean green
Never get enough is a mother fuckinÂ’ gangsta dream
For the love of the cash flow
You could live fast and you could die slow
Show whereÂ’s the can bet your ass you believe it
‘Cause niggas that you know try hard to be schemin’
Work hard is fuck for everything to rock
You a dead mother fucker ‘fore I get got
Fools got game floss and drop names
My moveÂ’s faster than a runaway train
Fuck the world donÂ’t ask me for shit
Catch you on your knees and you want some dick
Spot a gold nigga with a hairline trigger
Each root your name the reputation get bigger
For the love of the money, pussy, drugs
Fools change and get all twisted up
Dollar bill yÂ’all
Dollar bill yÂ’all
Dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar bill yÂ’all
Dollar bill yÂ’all
Dollar bill yÂ’all
Dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar bill yÂ’all
Dollar bill yÂ’all
Dollar bill yÂ’all
Dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar bill yÂ’all
Dollar bill yÂ’all
Dollar bill yÂ’all
Dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar bill yÂ’all
Only if ya better keep your eyes peeled
‘Cause you were talkin’ for jacks and that’s real
Whether you rap or do biz or drug deal
Holmie for the dollar you can get yourself killed
He decided to jet it could happen with no discussion
Straps of all pain fools fuckinÂ’ eruptinÂ’
For the green little papers jackinÂ’ your neighbors
But what if your neighbor put arms in his favor
Moved up the heater to mash you punk bitches
DonÂ’t wanna earn shit you wanna jack for the riches
NothinÂ’ in lifeÂ’s for free my nigga learn that
You burn someone they might just burn back
ScorchinÂ’ niggas to the third degree
Auh yÂ’all triggers deserve to be
Put out of you misery your history son
When your body disappears then the mystery come
Dollar bill yÂ’all
Dollar bill yÂ’all
Dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar bill yÂ’all
Dollar bill yÂ’all
Dollar bill yÂ’all
Dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar bill yÂ’all
Dollar bill yÂ’all
Dollar bill yÂ’all
Dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar bill yÂ’all
Dollar bill yÂ’all
Dollar bill yÂ’all
Dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar bill yÂ’all
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| Album Lyrics: Till Death Do Us Part |
Cypress Hill
"Till Death Do Us Part"
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