Текст песни Bushwick Bill - Copper to Cash
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[ VERSE 1 ]Money, money, money, muthafuckin greenReach inside my pocket, I don`t feel it, and I wanna screamNigga, give it up, cause I want every penny in your pocketAnd your ass is goin down if you tell me you ain`t got itI gotta make a profit in that Nickel WardCause I ain`t with bein broke and times are gettin hardI pull the gat and hit the boulevard huntin for a victimCatch him slippin, pop the clip in, and then I get himWhen in mama`s womb I was doomed, destined for povertyAnd no nigga in the ghetto about to win a lotterySo what does it bother me to knock a nigga off?I`m educated, in a robbery, bitch, I`m the bossMr. Lawman is quick to call this action a crimeBecause they can`t tax robbery, they don`t get a dimeEverything`d be fine if I was working 9 to 5But I can`t get that kinda job, I ain`t 5 ft. highSince they don`t realize that my size ain`t shitI`m gonna gaffle em and baffle em until my bank getsTo the maximum, I get the gat then i`m after them fastGoin for bad, goin from copper to cash Some people will try to jack you Some people will even kill you So give it to em, y`all[ VERSE 2 ]When I started writin lyrics it was like a religion to meCause when I seen the mic, you`re fuckin right, I was kickin it, geeKnew that it was somethin that was gonna last a lifetimeWhen I pushed my homework aside so I could write rhymesI sat in class hypnotized, my mind in a dazePretendin Bushwick Bill rippin up a stageBut back in the days Little Bill was soft as jelloAnd hard work pays, now I`m the hardest muthafucka in the ghettoI assured I got the rhymes that was popular at timesBut I hadn`t got my name on the dotted lineI couldn`t pay the dime, mama worked parttimeIt made me so mad, I sat down and wrote hard rhymesI ??? cause I couldn`t pay the feeThen my boy gave me a ki, in a week I made a gPretty soon I was laughin in a mansion makin profitsPuttin half in the bank, keepin half in my pocketsCops were hopin, cops were hopin they could get me netThey be promoted to a captain for the big arrestI wasn`t slippin, I was givin the blues the bluesCause I refused to lose, I grabbed the booze and cruisedUp the avenue, laughin at the people in schoolCause they broke as a muthafucka talkin bout a golden ruleYou`re sayin I`m a fool for droppin outI`m makin millions, well daddy, what you`re talkin bout?I remember scrapin up pennies for the 4-double oz`sNow my refigerator`s full of Olde EI used to only rap on the schoolyardNow I`m in the studio droppin lyrics too hardI took the road to the riches in a dashLeft my competators at last, they run from copper to cash Some people will try to jack you Some people will even kill you So give it to em, y`all[ VERSE 3 ]A lotta people didn`t think that it could happenThey all started laughin when I told em I`d be rappinBut now I`m cashin in big checks from the Rap-A-LotBill`s gettin paid, now it`s my turn to laugh a lotI live the life that a lotta niggas dream ofI sit back and smoke cess in a steam tubI got bitches and bitches and bitches and bitchesAnd more bitches on my dick, they like the size of my pocketsBut I ain`t cuttin for a stinky piece of pearl tongueShe makes a move for my wallet, and the girl`s hungCause when you`re broke, you`re a joke, but when you get cashThem muthafuckin stink hoes want halfSo all of you funky-ass hoes can kissMy Geto-Boy-midget-mind-of-a-lunatic-Fuck-a-war-can`t-be-stopped-size-ain`t-shit-Other-level-rap-a-lot-copper-to-cash-dickBut if you just wanna fuck meYeah aight, aight, you can suck a nigga`s Chuckie Some people will try to jack you Some people will even kill you So give it to em, y`all