Текст песни Mobb Deep f Bars-n-Hooks - Y.B.E. Remix 12"
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[Bars-n-Hooks]Startin` wit` us, through this take over we lockin` down the soundHip Hop`s makeover, we breakin` the rules and changin` the gameWe ain`t yo QB regulars, we breakin` to changeWe the most Infamous Black EntrepeneursWe leaders, record sellin` overacheivers, controllin` the speakersMovin` the crowds, bringin` our own sound and lockin` it downSo if you on your own wit` us, flow wit` us , give it all you gotAnd you goin` blow wit` us, see you at the top, we on our wayCause Bars-n-Hooks is here to stay, we here foreverWe entrepeneuin`, straight out of the back of the trunkDawg theres no losin` , we independent Dunn you talk it, we do itYou frontin`, we Young Black Entrepenue it..[Chorus*Prodigy and Female*]...Get rich, get money, get paper(FUBU)Get paid, get straight, get laced(Karl Kani)Get yo ones, Get yo Dunns out the slums(Roca-Fella)Get yo ones, get yo moms out the hoodGet dollas, get cash, get bucks(Ruff Ryders)Get wit` it, get big, get bucks(Flava Unite)Be a lil` git or be a drugs(Kashmir)Get a job nigga do somethingDr. y`all be a Young Black Entrepenuer, we them Young Black EntrepenuersBlackheads, we them Young Black EntrepenuersWe them Young Black Entrepenuers[Havoc]yo, yo...Young Black Entrepenuer, pop the fo`Only when needed thats what them soldeirs forGot my mind on this money, got enough or moreA have me vaskin` in this son, why you scramblin` dawgNiggas makin` real mistakes, some talk about that real estatePumpim` that real shit, thats what I call weight, what cha` call onI call it Half-Weight, Half-Ass, How to starve wit only Half-a-CakeFuck outta here, wit` a mouth to feed, a have me goin` hardLike Smokey goin` for` trees, and you can blow theseBlockin` my nigga please, I wake up in the morning wit` that #1 thingGet Money, like pussy can`t live wit` out it, and if you don`t got itProbably gonna be wit` out it, Fo` Sho, Young, Black, EntrepenuerPop the fo`, only when needed thats wat its for[Bars-n-Hooks]yo...hey yo, Its all about the paper, the big mansion we lampin`The office buildings for all his buisnesswe got cha` like "Damn" look at all this Infamous, Films andPromotion, Record and clothin`, we on our own in puttin up our own chipsThats the whole meanin` of In-De-Pen-Dence, scared money, don`t make moneyAnd the clothes malt, dont` give venomReal niggas take money, cause we the real Entrepenuers in this gameWe, young, black and doin` our thang, I`m only 19, playin wit chipsThat y`all want, talk about me any way, I`ont care cause I`m upI`ma QB see-er, YBE-er, everybody wanna join us, why?they can`t beat usThe ice on us, they blind, they can`t see usWe push benzes and own our buisness...[Chorus*Prodigy and Female*]...Get rich, get money, get paper(Cash Money)Get paid, get straight, get laced(No Limit)Get yo ones, Get yo Dunns out the slumsGet yo ones, get yo moms out the hood(BET)Get dollas, get cash, get bucks(Faith Magazine)Get wit` it, get big, get bucks(Don Diva)Be a lil` git or be a drugs(Granson)Get a job nigga do something(*echoes something, something*)