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(One two y'all, ya stop) --> KRS-One

(VERSE 1: Shorty)
Back in the we used to hit Pitkin Av
Knapsack on my back cause everything got bagged
In sight, when I got put out put up a
Then I flight, all you seen was a streak of light
Ghost, you catch me if you wanted to
I broke, time to catch some wreck, where's my crew?
Hit up the ball (?), fill up the pad with
shit on the block and make at least two g's
Sometimes I even hit the pocket, I got
One time, two times, shit, they couldn't it
I had to my loot, I had to make my dough
So I my 'Lo and Guess, then bumped the rest
On the ave, it's all about the
And who make mad green know what I mean
So if you in the and you know what it's about
Gettin paid, come on, let me hear you

(CHORUS)
Make money, money, money, money, money (4X)
Take money, money, take money, money, (4X)

(VERSE 2: Shorty)
I got to get paid, and I quick fast
And if it ain't the cash then that ass get
Livin in New York is like damn
if you're broke nobody wants to be your man
Especially the girls when it come to gettin
You got to the loot plus the gear to maintain
I can't take the heat, there's a on my brain
And when my pockets are broke my feels the pain
I get a grip cause I might just flip
I'm thinkin of a vic, where's my and my clip?
It's a jack, take your fuckin hand off the
Turn around slowly, bitch, you know the
(Shorty, you crazy) Nah, I need
And I'ma do what I gotta do, my flow?
I wanna grab the mic, flip the and get paid
But if I puff a daydream, damn, I'm played
to my meals, no frills, gotta go
And if you wanna bump dough let me know
I rather get paid with the program
You can keep your fame and who's the man
I scheme and I till I go get the green
And if you want a scene of the fiend
Niggas (?) hit the
in the house, if you want dough
You to let me know

(CHORUS)

(VERSE 3: Shorty)
I'm gettin old, now my moms wanna flip
Up out the crib, damn, I gotta hit a fuckin
The ain't clean and the rent's overdue
I hear the line, yeah, "I do it all for you"
You do it all for me but all I is my own
I wanna represent, so I shit known
That I'm for the and nothin but the dead pres
Fuck Uncle Sam and the he says
You got to get paid says the man on the
See a fly lookin good, push up on her
Now I'm like the man cause I bring the bacon
is mad real, kid, ain't no move-fakin
On the of New York, whatever you talk
It seems like only poor people eat
Word to my herb, make loot in the spot
If you wanna get paid, let me see you one shot

(CHORUS)