no money in the bank
everything i smoke is dank
i thank a world the of haters
acceleratin while i celebrate
choppas comin you know im star
all eyes on me when im standin tall
i dont need your shit i just ball
even though i dont play basketball
some trippin out when just too high
young birds flying in the sky
im so real i dont have to lie
i make mill rangs i dont have to pay
just make it in a day
everything has a way
hatin on me well fuck the law
fuck the drama rhymes wit you president
famous but never heard of ya
stackin up bricks like construction bitch
houses that i make then press record
music traps motherfuckers like woody wood pecker in a way
that they cant understand
so i gotta spit simple on track
just like pac against all odds
like runnin on the track dont really try
ambition as a writer turn up the lighter
scourchin to the top and beside us
drinkin got me changin my mind
all the fuckin time
in place like this southcentral
is a place you never see the face
until you hear songs of dre
someone will spark up the brain
rightnow fuck the fortune and fame
friends dont really care about ya
is money that make you koo
icey cold like the moon under attack
flies fly around i dont care about the crown
imma change the world and spark up the dull
you sound like one time fuck the onetime
i spit on the rhyme open up the door
change everything even though im poor
wait till the world know who the fuck i am
back in the game with some fame like eminem
not this rappers that are so lame
charges they pled guilty for a chance
dont gotta make money to be advance

uh huh...

i got money in tha bank/
bitch nigga wat u thank/
i meen bitch what you drank/
i spent half a mill on my rang/
so i dare a nigga step round meh/
claimin he want my shit want my rich/
choppas pulled out excellent timin/
leave his ass tied up like a tie is/
vas finest steppin up and risein/
so who wanna test me like a quiz/
like YUNG BERG ill giv yall niggas da BIZ/
right across ya lips bullet come out ya ribs/
it aint over till i say iit is/
my goons'll get angry cuz dem niggas got dibs/
get money dats what i already did/
stackin BLOCKS too like a GRID/
so ill neva FALL OFF like LONDONS BRIDGE/
hah now nigga press record/
flow soo ugly make ya turn round n take a detour/
flowin like the sea shore/
huh and i stick out like a shark back/
bet you'll REMEMBER ME like BAR TAB...lls...~copyright 2009~....

they tryin to spread virus in your food
in your bread soon in your drink
dont you think the rotten is bad
but you keep eatin the fat from the street
more money for their industry
they dont care about infants what makes you think they care about you
seconds without clues youre all fools
even yourself works for them but you make no sense
like make no dollars and cents that aint nothing for the rent
they take half of it and then you cant live
i gotta spit simple others dont understand
see poetry is life
is in the different time
is not always wat you think
poetry has always been different thoughts for others
not for same colors it all depends whats on the brain
water start to fall a rivers
turn into an ocean like an explosion
hear the commotion into space
astronauts begin their race
didnt take it serious this time
time is gone its time for the grind
shake up inside terror from the ride
under the trenches nothing escapes
not the even the wind soon the sins becomes a lost
and not a win you thought so many things to be real
but this fakes actin like all that
the excuse not to kill is because they dont seal with mail
take it to flight see with eyes expensive for ride
and then money goes your seat explodes
life aint worth 500 bucks shoot down the ducks
pray for the time the pigeons stand up in line
experimental creatures you cant even tell from the copy ones
everyones is listenin tryin to see wat you dreamin when sleepin
all the food has something to keep us away from this power

I aint got money in the bank
But money in the bag
Yes that brown paper bag
I got money out the ass
And I knw you like dat cuz u niggas just some fags
I'll ruin ur whole life if u see my clothes tags
Now what Im bought to bring to the game is new shit
New cars,New lines,new cloths,with cho bitch
Yo bitch chose me,but I'll giveher bacc
After I get the bitch high and get all in the cat
Dat was just nasty but Ima Capricorn
Freaky as a bitch,fresher than ur newborn
Real Talk ENT hell naw you cant join
Dawg Im crispy like paper but I never get torn

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science spread around the alliance
life is a defiance with out the diamonds
chase with a motivation in a accelleration
took you down like drills inside like a penetration
the sweat of oil bleeding through the skin
just not a nightmare nor a dream
more punches in front your chin
when the light is dim
no more for the everything
just less seconds for the king
no more time in the ring
just an elope without a ring
a voice louder than the ring
took hopes down to the sink

ohk...money inda bank of course...bout 6o grand in my pockets im bout to buy the bar...fuck with the young prince...im ballin out tha range like i aint got no sense...now im paid its like i aint got no sense...yung money baby...ill b back bitch...my stack too talk 4 all yall...shaq and that brown paper bag money to light...ima duffle bag bog...cuz my cash too heavy...yung fly nigga..new gucci kiks lookin deadly....im tryna get paid in advance like nas in belly....my favorite drink to splash on da strippers is remy...ten bottle of henny its only... for us grown men..

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No money in da bank
nun in my pocket
all these niggaz lieing
they just need to stop it
they say they got this money
they say they got these cars
they say they got these cloths
they say they got these brads
but they a bunch of frads
these niggaz lunchin hard
they need to shut the fuck up
and get a fuckin job
i jack 4 my money
neva see me runnin
fuck wit me and we get 2 fuckin gunnin
in my hood we bustin
nuts on these hoes
yea i know dats cold
but the truth shall be told



dats just a little of my shit
im workin my rap game everyday
so ima keep cumin wit it

fuck moeny in tha bank i got money n my hand
str8 up caked up its wrapped around a rubbaband
it would be there long by tha end of tha song
ima spend it all in tokyo or hong kong
come thru wit some shyt u neva seen b4
bbc on tha dome n bapes on the floor
we niggas dont play stack money everyday
in almost anyway we can think of mayne
my belt on tight but my pants keep saggin
u can try to palm my ass bitch but thts my stack u grabbin
n if u try for tht thn i garuntee we gun be jabbin
n if i get mad there might be a stabbin
see we all about our gaup
get tht shyt non stop
my money do flips ur moeny do flops
if u go for tha jip ima go for tha rock
yo jaw gonna drop
tha party gonna stop
now look wut u did u juss had to pop
betta watch ur back round my block

toodles nigga