Prime Suspects
Prime Suspects - Money Makes... lyrics
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(feat. Kane & Abel, Silkk the Shocker) [Uzi talkin'] Prime Suspects, Kane & Abel, Silkk The shocker about that money [Chorus: Uzi & (Kane & Abel)] Money Makes a nigga do some strange thangs (I admit) Over change, niggas lose they brains (ain't that some shit) If you got it when then niggas hungry brah (what, what) Keep your glock cocked & your eyes up on ya stuff (ya heard me) [Reapeat] [Uzi] Just remember it takes a bitch to play wit a real a real nigga Glock knockin' 'em while they chop 'em down for figures While money makes a nigga do some strange thangs, I admit Over change, niggas lose they brains, ain't that some shit Come equipped as we still quick in tha Lands Niggas get dealt wit in his back while shakin' hands While plans get spoiled by niggas want furl trips Rather they snort, bang, or either sell tha shit I hold my dick & let my nuts sag Niggas act bad behind tha cash actin' like it last forever Any kind of weather nigga get tha job done Block hotter than tha sun, niggas still pack a gun But I ain't tha one to get done wit behind some dumb shit I pack a gun bitch & ain't scared to let tha bullets flip I said enough, either get scuffed or roughed up If you got it when then niggas hungry keep your eyes up on ya stuff [Chorus: x2] [Kane & Abel] Runnin' up on niggas like finish lines, wit cocked nines Give a fuck if niggas wit dimes, get flatlined for tryna take mines In broad daylight, lose yo life for tha paper Haters a waste ya, meat ya maker, coroner gonna have to scrape ya Off tha concrete My street hotter than fish grease For big face bills, niggas kills wit big heat Niggas dressed in all black or army fatigues Killas perform like pussy poppers wit choppers, squeeze 2-2-3's Put your face on TV's, for less than a quarter ki Leave a clip empty, now watch you muthafuckin' enemies Murda's like a disease, catch it, ain't no comin' back Rest in peace, yo wig split, hit by niggas on a jack Gangstafied Kane & Abel watch the Suspects back Niggas do strange thangs fo' paper, I feel that Take tha money, take tha Benz, but hustle never ends Put us on tha block wit one rock, an we'll make a million again (ha ha) [Chorus: x2] [Silkk the Shocker] Now look nigga, it's 5-4-3-2 to tha muthafuckin' 1, it's a countdown Well this nigga Silkk The Shocker Known for breakin' O-Z's down to muthafuckin' pounds That's my nigga Glock, that's my nigga Uzi, That's a brand new muthafuckin' nine millimeter Off tha top, you know we come strapped, bitch watch ya back Cause all of us always got heaters Now look fuck tha money cause we gonna ball wit or wit out tha shit I need a down ass girl but I'm gonna ball look wit or wit out tha bitch Drive my Benz look wit or wit out tha fuckin' kit Yall busta ass niggas faggets walkin' wit or wit out tha switch I still could pull hoes look nigga wit or wit out tha six While yall niggas stuntin' & frontin' Why don't you break yoself & get up out my shit Now yall know my steelo, on tha D-low, have a kilo on tha D-L Even though I rap bitch I still do a couple of crack sells Look if it don't make dollas then it don't make sense Now my niggas Prime Suspects gonna get me high An all of us get fried & get bent An we No Limit Soldiers bitch so all of us represent Think we won't bust yo head for some muthafuckin' dead presidents bitch [Chorus: x4]