To everybody in the struggle

If somebody ever told you that you couldn't do somethin'

And you still made it happen

Congratulations

Soul clap for all the independent women

Soul clap for all my homies straight thuggin'

Clap for the real MCs buzzin'

We the leaders of the new school





Momma's in tha kitchen cookin' that rice

Father's outside shootin' them dice

Brother's in jail, raisin' hell

Sister's on the corner sellin' fruit cocktail

Family alcoholics still sippin' his booze

That's why I'm rappin over rhythm n' blues

To all you rich black folks wit ya glistenin' jewels

Entrepreneurs, all you millionare dudes

Before you catch another case, limit your moves

Johnny Cochran got a brain tumor, I deliver the news

What if mother nature aborted the sky

When would we shoot our fireworks on the fourth of July?

We can't afford to live, so abortions rise

Can't afford the truth, so we told to lie

Can't afford a funeral, 'cause the costs is high

God damn, we can't even afford to die!





But if you buyin' a house, I'll be your land lord

I'll finance you a car, that's if you can't afford

I'll own the jails, the banks, and all the property

Here's a million, come on big shot, let's play Monopoly





'Cause when the rappers start grindin'

It's a shame, a out-of-towner gotta sign them

But when his album drop and he go diamond

Everybody beside him

Every real artist need a real label to sign them

Just like every good man need a good woman behind them

It ain't about havin' the baddest chick on the streets

I respect the dude Nas 'cause he married Kelis, but still

If you ain't ready, just wanna be my fiance

Than we could do it like Jay Z and Beyonce

Pardon my language, if you a real bitch

Than we could do it like Jada and Will Smith

Coincidence, where we come in to spin it at

We in tha same place that we first got rich at

They only gonna give us what they know they will get back

So when you get money, don't you ever forget that









He got a DVD flow

They need to give me man, Smack, his own TV show

The voice of the jails, voice of the streets

Kay Slay's show should play seven days a week

We pull guns on each other, are we still peoples?

If you strapped and I'm not strapped, we still equal?

The say don't carry guns, 'cause guns real lethal

But guns don't kill people, people kill people

My cousin gotta do time, he say it ain't nuthin'

Told me, I could do the time standin' on my head, cousin

Yo Paps, stay focused, you out hear bustin'

By the time I come home, you gonna be somethin'

I wish I could do half his time for him

We go in there thuggin', he do a year, I do a year

They run and concur it, but still

It's all about havin' money and property, true

They'd rather see us doin' drugs and robberies, true

We gotta flip that into the economy, you

So my philosophy's the way of the world

Let's play Monopoly!





You gotta monopolize and strategize

So we can get this money

Get filthy rich

Thugacation

Street Sweapers

C'mon man

East coast, pop a bottle wit y'all

West coast, pop a bottle wit y'all

Down south, pop a bottle wit y'all

Count your blessings, you ain't promised tomorrow