Tulkojums: C Bo. Get Money.
1] We getting money got the getting money My nigga from Rap a Lot get the money Nigga from tha row get the money Stick wid it niggas is get the money
step up in this bitch in an MCM suit 38 snub in my MCM boots Young what you smoking on I call it 6 c-notes got it on the westside, cost me 6 c-notes
on your own shit You a dick-ridin' faggot, you love the attention Queens niggas run you niggas, ask Russell Simmons Ha, R O C get gunned up and clapped quick J.J. Evans get
But I don't, I don't, I don't, I don't That's how it is for me 'cause I live a boss' life Now this is for the B's and the C's, and the D's and the H
breakfast food, UHH! [C] When you wish [I] When you wish [C] Upon a star [I] Upon a star [C] To follow what? [I] To follow what? [C] And where
em up, nigga, lock 'em, bullshit (man) hey, look, nigga get out there, nigga these niggas ain't sho' ta riz-ayd, right we gon' get in and get out (other
Yo wake up it's the 'D' crew up in here With the Black Spooks and we 'bout to drop it on y'all Y'all best get a clue Fool get a clue, get a clue, get
mayne, yeah)] It's gon' be, F-A-C, T to the Feds gon' mess with me And F-A-B, when they see, mixtape money yes they pay me Mugabe, Inspector G, bring '
, c'mon Thugs tote yo' shit We 'bout to get mo' rich, c'mon Let's blow the club, c'mon Fuck the place up, c'mon Shake yo' nasty ass And make it swing
the corner, I'm a slinger You was on ya album cover, finger on tha nina (BO! BO! BO! BO! BO! BO!) Flip to 360, now you The Teacha (Yup...) "Self-Destruction" (C
Zed Who am I? Just a scholar called KRS You can spend your money on others but they ain't blessed You can spend your money drugs and still be stressed
from beginning to the end BO South South, Bronx Yo where my people at? South South, Bronx Yo where my heart is at? South South, Bronx C'mon let's bring
you gotta be thankful to who? By the way homie what's gangsta to you? Money, dope and alcohol and plenty bitches all up on your dick I got that How can C-Bo
D.C. pulled out, what you laughin' at? You ran out, funny style, girl style, panty style Freestyle the same style last week You was bitin' off that kid Bo
cash on the bigger label Your tri state ways are shut down by barricades In fact I packed my bags, and listened to E-40 Mac Mall, C-Bo, and other rappers
done kicked in my Ma's do' They tore up my Ma's house and questioned my folks My momma stood up and said, "Ain't no Lac here Get yo dogs, get tha fuck
, 'cause those days are gone It ain't about trying rip shots, to get props no more It's about trying not to get popped and get dropped to the floor 'Cause
