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Nigga hundeds, hundeds, hundeds I need money money Nigga want hundeds, hundeds, I need money money money Nigga hundeds hundeds hundeds Nigga want money money
1] The biggest fast time is rhyme the crime Its been the man since the game became mine I spot one of these at the same time Looking like Dogg back in eighty-nine Do I a fuck, no I never have I just blow my weed and take a bubble I at these niggaz, I aint mad at you niggaz Cause of you niggaz cant even fuck with me I'm on it cause I'm so city And every town I roll through I leave my G prints LBC, now that's what I represent, can ya it (Eastside) I'm hotter than a batch of grease in a skillet I wanna say up to all the G's, the killas, and the ballers, and the dealers See where I'm from you rate us, hate us or steal us And right about now all the cap gotta feel us
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2] Money, is everything the crack to the fiend It's the king to the It supreme It's the crop to the (say what) It's a po man, no man, its everybodys Money, mo money, get But make sure you know that folks don't get funny Everybody claiming they down on they luck While I'm fresh dressed a million bucks I throw on my socks with my all gold chucks Now lets see which one of my we gone use today To slide away, (where we going) to Snoop mother fucking U.S.A Its all a dream, and dreams can come If it happen for me, shit it can for you Meech the beach, he keep shit cracking And everything he touch guaranteed to go
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3] Ya got to have cash to it these days And you can make at least one of a hundred ways You can holler at the homie Meech and get a dope And you a rap, and try to get you to snap Or you could stand on the and holler and wine You can throw up insane, twenty crip or one I chose DP cause financially money money money that's all a see See to get it, is to have it, interstate, maintain, don't get and fail the game You might catch me in Brooklyn man out with my sons and god sons, cause it's a blood thing Or you can me in Oakland, or I might be on my way back to the west coast Still smoking, with a of that shit for me at the crib with my dogs my wife and my two kids, getting money
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[Ad libs chorus] For all the niggaz out there getting their is the root of all evil huh You what I mean, we already living in So fuck, get money man I look at like this: The fuckers that don't got money, they doing bad and they don't give a fuck and they rob steal they kill And the mother fuckers that got money, they you know can't enjoy it So I mean, your pleasure you wanna live with it our without it, shit I'm it I got to it, you feel me
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