*(Richie Rich talking)*
 Understand.
 Off the gin once again!
 Rhythm & Rhyme gang to take you way back.
 Richie Rich  Rhythm & Green
 breakin briz ead.

 Verse 1 *(Crown Jul)*

 Before records an rap nimphos
 I mack the pencil
 listenin to my stack of demos from the back of limo's
 laced in Polo
 wit Timbo's
 tastin Mosloe
 now my local vocals
 get heard from the "O" to Accapulco
 you know
 associate the name wit big dank, an bank statements
 flows is famous
 the aim is "Take over entertainment"
 we freshmen
 but put it down wit vet-rans
 we only out to win
 money stretchin
 now count the spend
 an since we sure shots
 these poor sports not
 please let the cork pop
 wanna short stop
 my Fort Knox
 so I got more rocks
 I torch hot
 wit infrared
 newport dot
 an once the courts drop
 it takes me to the feds resort spot
 hit licks like on a guitar
 my broads get charged
 rhymes hard like the times
 it's in the card
 I get mines
 whip a North Star System
 reclinin
 ballin like Pippen
 we on a mission
 you would want to kick in
 don't make us start trippin.

 Chorus *(Dwayne Wiggins)*

 Can we get a few?
 (Understand)
 My crew was never fakin moves.
 Heaven when we come through
 Oh yeah!
 Don't make us give or take our two's.
 Let us break a few
 (Understand)
 Hit you wit the game that's true
 The music makes ya groove
 La-di-da-da-da
 (Richie Rich, Rhythm & Green, breakin briz-ead, fizzle)
 That's really all we came to do.

 Verse 2 *(Richie Rich)

 Me an my kinfolk
 been folk
 see back before the Town was on brown
 we was pine a gin folk
 spendin ten fold
 now I'm pushin a five
 moves made
 look into my sack of dues paid
 "Two's an Few's"
 enough to put the cat on the news
 a mug shot
 to say they found him on a drug spot
 Think not!
 I pop this wit those who pop knots
 wit die hard visions of pushin a drop rock
 in my ghetto
 the Amaretto
 be more than sour
 slug money
 jack off at the club money
 them figureens
 went in them 80's
 turned to leens
 now these hustlas puttin they cream in rap schemes
 therefore we fiend
 for shit like Rhythm & Green
 an make moves
 lick 'em
 split 'em
 an shake fools
 to sucka crews
 can't hear ya like fake dues
 our knots locked
 while you jock
 we make moves.


 *(Chorus)* 1x


 Verse 3 *(Rame Royal)*

 I'm out to get a couple
 my fullest bid is to hustle
 wit bundle in my drawls
 don't hate
 donate to the cause
 cuz it's a constant struggle
 all my work I try an sell
 in attempts to bubble
 behind a trail of clientel
 movin CD's an tapes like weight
 turn a few G's
 to a whole estate
 bettin an raisin stakes
 this the big play maker
 throwin hay makers
 an bustin rounds for the paper
 straight up and down wit no chaser