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

(VERSE 1: Shorty)
Back in the days we used to hit Av
Knapsack strapped on my back 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 didn't me if you wanted to
I broke, it's to catch some wreck, where's my crew?
Hit up the ball (?), up the pad with ease
Pump shit on the block and make at two g's
Sometimes I hit the pocket, I got knocked
One time, two times, shit, they couldn't it
I had to make my loot, I had to make my
So I my 'Lo and Guess, then bumped the rest
On the ave, all about the green
And niggas who make mad green know I mean
So if you in the house and you know what it's
Gettin paid, come on, let me hear you

(CHORUS)
money, money, make money, money, money (4X)
Take money, money, money, money, money (4X)

(VERSE 2: Shorty)
I got to get paid, and I mean fast
And if it ain't the cash then ass get blast
Livin in New York nowadays is like
Cause if broke nobody wants to be your man
Especially the girls when it come to gettin
You got to have the loot plus the to maintain
I can't take the heat, a strain on my brain
And when my pockets are my heart feels the pain
I gotta get a grip cause I might just
I'm thinkin of a vic, where's my crew and my
It's a jack, take your hand off the wheel
Turn around slowly, bitch, you the deal
(Shorty, you crazy) Nah, I dough
And I'ma do what I do, where's my flow?
I wanna the mic, flip the script and get paid
But if I a daydream, damn, I'm gettin played
Word to my meals, no frills, go
And if you wanna bump makin let me know
I rather get paid the paid program
You can keep your fame and who's the man
I scheme and I scheme I go get the green
And if you want a scene of the fiend
(?) hit the screen
Everybody in the house, if you want
You gots to let me

(CHORUS)

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

(CHORUS)