Intro: Masta Ace
 Yeah  just like I was sayin
 things are same all over
 it dont matter where you come from
 east coast  west coast  T dot O dot  down south
 you gotta keep rollin if you gonna get thru all this

 [Masta Ace]
 yo  yo  I makes green backs of mean tracks
 it seems that life aint nuttin but phat cars
 and green stack 2 storeys high
 I wouldnt wanna die
 po broke and lonely, no joke Im only
 a hop jump and skip, from 30, gotta get my hands dirty
 if I wanna see cash thats gon last
 I hit you wit a blast, straight from the heart
 wheres the math, gotta go for broke witout a cast
 aint shit changed but nickels and dimes to G notes
 we floats flush rides and crush prides and jack fakers
 crack makers never left the neighbourhood
 cash rules everything except me
 thats what cream mean, dont rule the rhyme
 on valentines day nigga, you still couldnt find
 the heart to try to step to, fuck wit
 mess wit, your desperate, stop bullshittin nigga and lets get
 all this dough like Pillbury and I still bury
 wack rappers in 96 kid I feel very confident its my year to
 and my tongue will tear you
 keep rollin in dough and son I hear you

 Chorus
 Baby roll wit me, maybe you can see
 what all life can be
 (what you gonna do when your mind gets old)

 [Saukrates]
 (make money)the slogn of ghetto dwellers in such
 (take money)the phrase of an organized bank rush
 sittin on top of the dome like Al Capone
 interceptin drug carriers and takin they home
 popularity can make you a buck but nigga that shit is luck
 solidify your cash, your the biggest guy
 gotta tooken out,
 the bitch caught a disease for the plague Saukrates
 now who's got the g's
 desperado, get away cars hittin the throttle
 pinchin diamonds the size of the lotto
 any kind of hesitation to 25 ta life you get
 come out, kickin Carlito cuz you cant resist
 in your world wife and kids become the minority
 cause yens, franks, marks and dollars become your priority
 on stage frontin as if your mic makes all your cream
 father time paid off the sandman and saw your dream
 nigga quit it, you in it for the cash admit it
 cuz I did it, and never gave a fuck for rap critics
 realize Corleone style, I know some niggas desperate
 they'd sell they mother for a 7 digit figure
 Dont you get it...

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 [O.C.]
 Yo Sauk, yo Ace, whats up wit money over there
 whppin on the street like he just dont care
 his flambouyancy annoying,
 ignorant nigga figure he gon roll all his life
 thinkin he gon roll all his life being big bad and bold
 and what, sellin drugs on the street aint nuttin but a sucka
 he gets fucked and his mind mad mushy intelligents all fuzzy,
 get shot street nigga forgot who was he
 in it for all things respect
 you rightful to fall of in life either deceased or arrested
 mastermind desgined you had thru a science giver
 mad man reigned over major alliance
 your world revolved around gold, cars and diamonds
 sluts and scars , draggin behind bars still
 the wake up call, face off the jail bully
 takin your man hood, thought you had a pussy
 come home seen your man, now the lies arise
 tellin your man you was fightin niggas twice your size
 your concious is feelin it, sippin a brew
 2 years you got screwed, by the system and a stiff one
 mental swollen and your manhood stolen
 wrecked and got dugout for the price of gold

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