Текст песни Nyoo and DeCoca - Rhyme & Reason soundtrack
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Intro: (*singing*)(*Money makers, take money money money*)*repeat*Chorus:You got to know the rules of the money makers (*Money makers*)You got to have the mind of a money taker (*Take money money money*)*repeat*Day break, wake up, slept past the snoozeSpot that new pote`, don`t fuck wit`cha *?cools?*If I won fifteen when we get Mickey D`sPhilly *?tritors?* come up, we got our eyes on paperI gotta partner wit two, see we can flip us a ????Cos he`ll help a nigga out, just we`re down on lowSo track the yard for your bank, spend five on bagsI`ma creep the soda from the store-a (that last ten burnt fast)I took a beaker from school cos see I failed that classGotta simple teaspoon and we ain`t top the glassWatch it rise the top (the top), the drop to the bottom (the bottom)Cool it off quick, yell "BOMB`S ????"The fiends put that glass back to blast of a loaded .4-4 MagHard enough to knock a linebacker out his shoulder padsOn a slab, drop the bag, time for actionCut it witta one for your best satisfactionInhale, exhale, now you`re clienteleFind me in ATL, where them hollow point shellsis left all over the scene when we been seenGetaway cleaner than Kim Basinger, stay dip, it`s a routineThrow dice with the neighbours, never know which one I`m rollin with (Saywhat?)Keep your friends close but keep your enemies closestThere`s six million ways (uhuh), wit one way out.357 Rueger, the six-shooterJust enough commotion to get the fuck outta WacoGod I`m in distress, I caressAlready got the ginners out the kin in `88See stringers are better, I do whatever the fuck it takesChorus: (x2)You got to know the rules of the money makers (*Money makers*)You got to have the mind of a money taker (*Take money money money*)Take care of your business first, save them niggas for lastand always keep your eyes on the cashI stay ready for confrontation, throwin flurry`s in combinationsThe right, left, right, slap that niggas faces>From the land of the free, home of the killersWe nick, keep keepin it raw, goin to war overseasMo` tains and now my end is game tight like DolemiteKavossier, no man`s protege, the world`s tightI keep my dick clean like niggas came whiteSince the days, niggas want a dopeman`s knotThe moves I make, all your draft lights and Nitron DavisOne foot after the other, like a classic movie in colorThe street blood, a goodfella, you weed dealerYou cocoa deller, gigolo, pimp-type money getterNow see we strive for the good thangs, the big man`and a ???? phone chain, sittin on chrome thangsPlushed out white, wit the black pipes, straight from the Golden StateFilthy rich, niggas ????You damn straight, and boss players never P.H.They be too busy flippin weight down to the last ?????Stackin up rep wit the kilos on their inside, the chemistwho balance on trip` beams, like ol metal ????I`m buildin like salt-n-vinegar, mama raise the real niggaThree parts Cherokee, so I`m an Indian giverGive and take and break a fiend of the proper dociousKeep it certified dope, in the Volks out of folksChorus (x2)I got my niggas on the inside lookin out(Yeah I got my niggas on the outside lookin in)I got my niggas on the inside lookin out(Yeah I got my niggas on the outside lookin in)You know the money, take your moneyOutro