By Mathers What is is like a big obstacle In of your optical to slow you down
And every you think you gotten past it It's come back around and tackle you to the damn ground are friends? Friends are that you think are your friends But they really enemies, with secret identities And disguises, to hide true colors So just when you you close enough to be brothers They want to come back and cut throat when you ain't lookin'
What is Money is makes a man act funny Money is the of all evil Money'll make them friends come back around that they was always down
What is I'm tired of I'm of backstabbing ass snakes with friendly grins I'm tired of committing so sins Tired of always in when this bottle of Henny wins Tired of never any ends Tired of having skinny friends on crack and many things I'm tired of this DJ your shit when he spins Tired of not a deal Tired of having to deal with the bullshit without grabbing the Tired of in my sorrow Tired of having to a dollar for gas to start my Monte Carlo I'm tired of motherfuckers shit and dartin' off I'm tired of startin' off at five fifty an hour Then boss wonders why I'm smartin' off Tired of being every time I fart and cough of having to work as a gas station clerk For this jerk breathing my neck driving me berserk I'm tired of using plastic Tired of in Building Square Tired of not being a But if I had a dollars I'd buy a brewery, and turn the planet into alcoholics
If I had a wand, I'd the world suck my dick a condom on, While I'm on the If I had a bucks It be enough, I'd still be out Robbing trucks If I had one I would ask for a big ass For the world to kiss
I'm tired of being white trash, and always poor of taking pop bottles back to the party store I'm tired of not a phone of not having a home To one in if I did have it on of not driving a B-M Tired of not working at G-M, of wanting to be him Tired of not without a Tylenol P-M Tired of not performing in a coliseum Tired of not being on Tired of fucking the same blond After work in the back of a I'm tired of faking knots with a of ones Having a lack of and resorting back to guns
Tired of stared at I'm of wearing the same damn Nike Air hat Tired of stepping in clubs wearing the same of Lugz Tired of people saying they're of hearing me rap about drugs of other rappers who ain't bringin' half the skill as me Saying they wasn't feeling me when as ill as me I'm tired of stations telling fibs Tired of J-L-be "Where Hip-Hop Lives"
But if I had a dollars I'd buy a damn brewery, and turn the planet into If I had a magic wand, I'd make the world suck my Without a condom on, while I'm on the
If I had a million It be enough, because I'd still be out Robbing armored If I had one I would ask for a big ass For the whole world to You what I'm saying? I'm tired of all of this Telling me to be How'm I 'sposed to be positive I don't see shit positive? Know I'm sayin'? I rap about shit around me, I see what I'm sayin'? Right now I'm of everything Tired of all this player that's going on in my own city get no airplay, you know what I'm sayin'? But ey, it's cool though, you what I'm sayin'? fed up That's my