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Текст песни Ill Bill - Economics `91

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I love everything about moneyYou can be a millionaire and never pay taxesRust, I got to bust to my destinationI woke up late time from other transportationsTrains and busses – public adorations so better turnBut where I`m going to is a place where it really burnsAnd burns my brain, my job, my occupationAnother motherfucking source of frustration4, 25$ an hour, leaves my mouth sourMinimum wages like I`m caged in the prison towerTell you to take out another person flipsThey can`t cope so they create their own economicsWith an Uzi some ammunition and a flat jacketStick up kids, wanna be fat like Buddy HacketAnd get props, ranks, thanks, power positionA piece of paper with a picture of a dead politicianSo many times I`ve seen people play stupid for moneyAnd at the funeral it isn`t funnyBut nevertheless the world turns, it doesn`t burnCause money make the world go round is what I always heardThat`s when I got that sadly look on my faceNo matter how fast I run, I always wind up in last placeSo I just like to would pick myself up an automaticSo I can end my fate check without a denim staticGot nothing to lose except my headYo I`m in it to win it and imma spray the town blood redAutroprenorial skills coming all flyAnd economically it doesn`t matter if somebody dieIt`s all about getting the dollars and jewel specsSo give it up before I put your life in fast checksYeah I got money coming out my assYeah I got money coming out my ass

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