Текст песни Money B (Raw Fusion) - Keep Your Eyez on the Mealticket
Money B (Raw Fusion) - Keep Your Eyez on the Mealticket слова песни
Money B speaking:It`s time i`m lettin all you busters know you better ride to this hereya, this is one of them ones that had to get doneif anybody get offended by what I`m sayin,I`m probably talkin bout you anywaysbut it ain`t about that. it`s about my dawgThey can`t kill you dawg, I won`t let you dieand I remember what you told me. you said:Chorus:The aim is to be major paidwith game sharper than a mutherfuckin razorbladeSo keep your eyes on the mealticket (mealticket)so get your money nigga, let`s get richer real quickerThe aim is to be major paidwith game sharper than a mutherfuckin razorbladeSo keep your eyes on the mealticketget your money hustler, let`s get richer real quicker1st verse:Got fools askin when I`m gonna do a song for my homeylike my feelings ain`t strong for my homeyIt didn`t take long for my homie to start sewin it upthrowing up the westside here, blowin it upA real rider, thugged out to the cornerA lot of fools hated him cuz he was doin it hotYou think I`m talkin bout you?you better check that tattooOn your chick thigh,foolRide or die,foolNow all these foolswanna make a career of the next man`s hitsRidin his tip, makin songs bout pacSayin it`s outta respectbut if it`s outta respect,Then give his momma the checkcuz she made himand he sure made youyou like humble (??), im watchin everything you doCome on dog, face it you know you cheatinIf he was still here, you know you wouldnt be eatinbut everybody thugged out, thug this, thug thatSuperthugs to the fullest, imagine thatYou one dimensional,claimin you the 2nd comin and its unintentionalMy homey, i wish you was here so you could see these lamersHow these fake djs tryin to be in this gameYou know, your real loved ones miss you dawgWhen you fell, you took the west with you dawgfor realChorusYou ain`t knowin whats wrongnow put your shirt back onBefore Tha Outlawz see yaand you get your back blownRidin to makaveli 3, 4, 5 and 6with tattoos on they bellyRidin like they getting shotAll these bad asses suckas he was talkin witnow that he passed, they kissin his assNow, if this shit was the other way aroundYou think my man Pac wouldn`t still be tryin to clownNow tell me are you sincere for realOr maybe tryin to pick up West Coast record sales?Cuz uh, touchin them millions, my dawg was niceEven B.I. got turned out by thug life (babee)Now where the hell u think that stuff came from?Ya, act up if you wantMakaveli tha Don, he was the greatesti know u hate it, but someone had to say it