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Mac - Money Gets lyrics

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[Master P  Talking]
 Yo Mac nigga
 The only reason I'm telling you this nigga
 Cuz I care 'bout you nigga
 I wanna see you ball til' you fall nigga  but you know what
 You know what come with muthafuckin' money and fame?
 Muthafuckin' enemies  and niggas hatin'
 You see  you rich now nigga  but ahh
 Dead men can't spend no muthafuckin' money

 [Chorus  Master P]

 Keep yo' eyes on yo' enemies  and watch your friends
 See money get you power, but it also get you dead

 Keep yo' eyes on yo' enemies, and watch your friends
 See money get you sex, but it also get you dead

 Keep yo' eyes on yo' enemies, and watch your friends
 See money get you respect, but it also get you dead

 Keep yo' eyes on yo' enemies, and watch your friends
 See money brang power, but that's why it gets you dead

 [Master P]

 You see a wise man told me to keep your eyes on a sparrow
 And don't get caught up like my lil' homies Harrold and Darryl
 You see, this shit ain't the same nigga
 Times done changed
 How many homies out there chasin' fortune and fame
 You see, a richeous man, he learns to preach and uhh
 Intelligent man, he love to teach
 But these ghetto wars got us trapped in
 Crack sells, 1-8-7, 2-1-1's, even the state pen
 The penitentury ain't no place for me
 God, won't yah hear me, make a way for me
 And to my homies that are gone, I hope they rest in peace
 And we gon' ball til' we fall why we roll the streets

 [Chorus--Master P]

 [Mac]

 Somebody ask me how it feel to have change
 How I feel to be a major muthafucka in this game
 I'll told them, let the sunshine turn to rain
 In other words, that's cool but a lot of shit I can't explain
 Bitches say they love me, but I can't really believe 'em
 Who wouldn't wanna love me, I got money and I'm succedin'
 Them bitches got niggas, niggas got bitches, they be plottin'
 You show 'em your crib
 Next week they kickin' in yo' spot
 And it's a shame when niggas bust your brains with the stripes
 It seems like I'm the only nigga trippin' on my life
 At night I say my prays with my vest on
 My triggas under my pillows
 I'm even scared to get my rest on
 Runnin' with them killas that'll ride for me, die for me
 Open fire for me, wouldn't lie to me
 I watch my back, I watch my front
 I watch them niggas, I watch them bitches
 In fact I think they all tryna kill Mac
 Wooooo

 [Chorus--Master P]

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