[ VERSE 1 ]

Money, money, money, muthafuckin green

Reach inside my pocket, I don't feel it, and I wanna scream

Nigga, give it up, cause I want every penny in your pocket

And your ass is goin down if you tell me you ain't got it

I gotta make a profit in that Nickel Ward

Cause I ain't with bein broke and times are gettin hard

I pull the gat and hit the boulevard huntin for a victim

Catch him slippin, pop the clip in, and then I get him

When in mama's womb I was doomed, destined for poverty

And no nigga in the ghetto about to win a lottery

So what does it bother me to knock a nigga off?

I'm educated, in a robbery, bitch, I'm the boss

Mr. Lawman is quick to call this action a crime

Because they can't tax robbery, they don't get a dime

Everything'd be fine if I was working 9 to 5

But I can't get that kinda job, I ain't 5 ft. high

Since they don't realize that my size ain't shit

I'm gonna gaffle em and baffle em until my bank gets

To the maximum, I get the gat then i'm after them fast

Goin for bad, goin from copper to cash



Some people will try to jack you

Some people will even kill you

So give it to em, y'all



[ VERSE 2 ]

When I started writin lyrics it was like a religion to me

Cause when I seen the mic, you're fuckin right, I was kickin it, gee

Knew that it was somethin that was gonna last a lifetime

When I pushed my homework aside so I could write rhymes

I sat in class hypnotized, my mind in a daze

Pretendin Bushwick Bill rippin up a stage

But back in the days Little Bill was soft as jello

And hard work pays, now I'm the hardest muthafucka in the ghetto

I assured I got the rhymes that was popular at times

But I hadn't got my name on the dotted line

I couldn't pay the dime, mama worked parttime

It made me so mad, I sat down and wrote hard rhymes

I ??? cause I couldn't pay the fee

Then my boy gave me a ki, in a week I made a g

Pretty soon I was laughin in a mansion makin profits

Puttin half in the bank, keepin half in my pockets

Cops were hopin, cops were hopin they could get me net

They be promoted to a captain for the big arrest

I wasn't slippin, I was givin the blues the blues

Cause I refused to lose, I grabbed the booze and cruised

Up the avenue, laughin at the people in school

Cause they broke as a muthafucka talkin bout a golden rule

You're sayin I'm a fool for droppin out

I'm makin millions, well daddy, what you're talkin bout?

I remember scrapin up pennies for the 4-double oz's

Now my refigerator's full of Olde E

I used to only rap on the schoolyard

Now I'm in the studio droppin lyrics too hard

I took the road to the riches in a dash

Left my competators at last, they run from copper to cash



Some people will try to jack you

Some people will even kill you

So give it to em, y'all



[ VERSE 3 ]

A lotta people didn't think that it could happen

They all started laughin when I told em I'd be rappin

But now I'm cashin in big checks from the Rap-A-Lot

Bill's gettin paid, now it's my turn to laugh a lot

I live the life that a lotta niggas dream of

I sit back and smoke cess in a steam tub

I got bitches and bitches and bitches and bitches

And more bitches on my dick, they like the size of my pockets

But I ain't cuttin for a stinky piece of pearl tongue

She makes a move for my wallet, and the girl's hung

Cause when you're broke, you're a joke, but when you get cash

Them muthafuckin stink hoes want half

So all of you funky-ass hoes can kiss

My Geto-Boy-midget-mind-of-a-lunatic-

Fuck-a-war-can't-be-stopped-size-ain't-shit-

Other-level-rap-a-lot-copper-to-cash-dick

But if you just wanna fuck me

Yeah aight, aight, you can suck a nigga's Chuckie



Some people will try to jack you

Some people will even kill you

So give it to em, y'all