Nine
Nine - Richman Poorman (Act 1) songtekst
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(chorus)2x I use to be a richman (now Im poorman) I use to be a poorman (now Im rich) Because when I was a richman (I steped in the quick sand) Now Im a poorman (aint that a bitch) Verse one: nine, 3rd eye Ayo what's up man Strap on your vest And meet me on the grand concourse We about to set it off Yea whos the victim tonight Is he black or is he white Nine:you know I can give a fuck son Green is what I like [3rd eye] Alright Ill meet you around midnight Im down to greed Matter of fact Im lacing up my boots right now You know how we living and I aint giving a fuck Im out of luck and if I got to buck somebody Then what ever son [nine] We in this shit together Word We aint got a pot to piss in Im sick of eating chicken Its finger licking We on a mission Because my paradise aint nice My advice is lets pull a heist My pockets aint nice I need green [3rd eye] Im tired of being stuck between a rock and a hard place Now it's time for me to taste a piece of the pie I aint trying to die broke You know what Im saying nine Im goina go for mines even if it means I got to do crime Im goina find the way to get the kind of loot I need to be all that I can be and then some Understand And do what it takes for me to be a richman (chorus) Verse two: Im telling you right now don't move a muscle Got my finger on the trigger Im mad upset Don't make me have to smoke a nigga west Hurry the fuck up pack the loot One minute and counting and then we got to move to situation 22 [3rd eye] Yo bitch put that cash in the bag and make it fast Get that finger off the button before I buck that ass Grabed up the manager smacked him in the face open up the safe (77779311 is the combination Act like you know it's time to pay the black nation) Now I got the loot time to jet Anybody make a move and they getting wet Step to the door headed for the get away Now we on the high way richer than a motherfucker Heading for the airport Hope we don't get caught Because we aint going out like that We one the road to riches and we aint looking back black Chorus 2x (cop 1)(cop 2) Freeze motherfucker Hands, hands, let me see hands Get out of the car Shut the fucking car off Get out and eat some fucking dirt Get on the fucking ground