Get Money

In all black with the hard bottoms Cop the daily news, skimming through the car columns Making my way to the Pentecostal Church of Ebenezer with the grievers They just killed Beaver for his sneakers It's a fever on the ave, undercovers playing cabs Raiding niggas labs, Lou Lav just got stabbed in his abs It's sad, recession hitting niggas real hard It forced a few jailbirds to go get jobs Some'll starve, everything's a go in the hood Sixteen little niggas sniffing blow in the hood Set claiming, bandanas boosting their aiming Shells ricocheting, shit ain't no use in complaining Mama praying, the cancer done ate her calves So the doc had to decapitate the leg in half Do the math, it's over if I can't coach soon Could have easily been the victim of a hot dope spoon, word to June [Chorus] Get money, motherfucker get right Get a blunt, get a bottle, get nice Get a grip cause as soon as you slip, that's it Set trip nigga, get life Get money, motherfucker get right Get a blunt, get a bottle, get nice Get a grip cause as soon as you slip, that's it Set trip nigga, get life So my options don't vary, I'm holding like Dirty Harry In a truck like I'm supposed to marry, so savvy Sadly, I'm like a sick psychiatric Finger on the ratchet, the feeling's so immaculate No attachments, it's ice in my veins To put it point blank, I ain't right in the brain Politeness remains though I strike with the fangs So strange, at night you can see them when they hang What a shame, murder on the quietest block The specialist, like somebody hired a cop It's syphilis, I'm just trying to do what it do Metaphoric for the pulpit, the eulogy's true The toolery's glue, in and out the sooner we through I been about cars, money, clout and jewelry too Louis the who? 13th, with nothing to chase So why ask? Here's the facts, I'm a basket case [Chorus] --- Get Money - AZ and Az Heat Records