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Текст песни Sticky Fingaz f Raekwon the Chef - Money Talks

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[Sticky Fingaz]Twas the night before twistmasAnd all through the houseWe had guns and money aroundLayin` on the couchWas dressed with black jewelry this timeMmmmmm, c`mon[Sticky Fingaz]Everybody want me, I created thievesWhy I`m almost as important as the air you breatheI been through hard times, when it wasn`t enough for meStick a weak kid`ll have you livin` in luxuryI`m the reason niggas sellin` drugs to fiendsI`m the reason Mr. Simpson got off cleanI`m the reason some parents gotta bury they kidsAnd I`m the reason why your cousin on the run from fedsI`ve been through customs, bordersI`ve been handled by authoritiesDrove people crazy when they couldn`t see more of meI`ve been saved, I`ve been buried aliveSay my name enough and any nigga testifyWho you think lead that whole seller ass that timeAll by myself, I created black on black crimeI`m America`s most, I`m tadded up with GhosttEven my hand got big, from net to grossI`m emotionless, yet I breathe jealousy and envyPeople kill for me or die to defend meBut in the end am I really worth the sunRich people make me work for themAnd poor people work for meWho am I? Nigga I`m moneyWho am I? Nigga I`m money[Hook - Raekwon the Chef]See the gun wound, went down for youWho ran up in the house, dukeCaught one from he and for whoWhen niggas was ready to murder meYou stayed up in the crib, like a bitchLookin` ill, and it`s lurkin` me (for who?)I got stabbed for youYo, shot up the ass for youShould stop blowin` the cabs for you (for who?)Chill, some niggas called crabs for youHoldin` them garbage bags for youIll, blowin them hags for you[Sticky Fingaz]I resort to evil, I don`t grow on treesI`m called by different names, chips, scrilla, creamAnd I`m always green whether dirty or clean (Wooooeeee!)Gettin` ya hands on me is the American dreamI`m more powerful than God, or RazaleCause when you pray to God nigga, you pray for meI`m an exchange hand to hand, with heavy weapontryThis one couple fucked on me, and slept on meUp in the dice games niggas stepped on meBet on me, couldn`t pay, bled on meI enslaved populations, and controled massesI come in all forms, coins, paper, plasticEven credit, I owe youYou work for me nigga, I own youIf you are smart, you make me work for youAll ya life you try and get me and it`s hurtin` you[Hook - Raekwon the Chef][Sticky Fingaz]If you had a million of me, what would you do with me yo?Would you blow me in a month and have nothin` to showOr would you invest in me and watch me growTake me to the streets and flip me from, do` to sto` to do`I underseen things I wish I hadn`t seenI came between loved ones and familiesA nigga kill his old man to get his hands on meGot secret ensciptions, examine meWanna find me, the bank machine is where I beAnd showed `em to a hundred grand, F.D.I.C.I`m more notorious than the B.I.G.I`m so money, who don`t wanna be like me[Hook - Raekwon the Chef] 2x

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