[x4:] "Money money money money, c'mon y'all.."



[D-Wyze]

Wait a minute I got you, now let D-Wyze rock you

At a party all night, I make the bitches go crazy right

I got the rhymes to make the niggaz roll up the blunts - tight

You can't hit what you can't see

It's me - D the barber, MC

Hard hittin to represent the hell where I'm from

I get live like a forty-five pumpin straight out Oakland

I'm nasty - like snot check the fifty-fifth block

Where all around the city, every kid got a glock

But tell me shorty, sittin on the porch with a 40

I gotta find a way to make the money (bang - money)

A fast lick, and I gotta do the shit quick

Call up my nucca DJ, the latin Joe Quixx

So tell me brother - I need six figures and up

I've been workin nine to five, and I'm shit outta luck

My wife is gonna leave me cause my pockets ain't fat

I never break myself for a bitch again so FUCK THAT

.. it's time to go for self, no frontin

There's no cash in my register, and my shop is always open

Linked up with Sway back in 1988

Ninety-four I'm Under Madness and I just can't wait, so uhh

Tie up your Timb boots, and rustle up a few troops

All City's got flavor and yes, I'm the bad scoop

for ME, D-Wyze the habitual liar

If my records don't sell, my crew'll set me on fire

I need six figures and up..



[Chorus]

[x7:] "Money money money money, c'mon y'all.."

[Audio Two] "I get money - money I got"



[E-Vocalist]

Whether East or Westbound when I step through your town

Like sixteen ounces I get a pound

Niggaz know I'm down and don't fuck around plus I

carry the sound, like feces in a baby's diaper

Packin weed inside of my harris(?) tweed sniper

I'm the type of, nigga that's determined

For the cash, turn my ass green like Erick Sermon

I take cash out to play at a church sermon

Eyes burnin, cause I'm up on tour

I need dough for the show, and ten percent off the door

Before; steppin to hoes was a gamble

Now I got cash they wanna talk like Tevin Campbell

I got game like Payton, at Lambeaux

Break like eggs and I'll leave your brains scrambled

The don, layin your girl like a futon

Tossed her like a salad then squashed it like a cruton

Only my folks respond when I male bond

And duck-ass niggaz, waddle back to your pond

Sway provides the shot like a pump

Ninety-four's my year to come up like Donald Trump



[Chorus]



[D-Wyze]

Now that we're pumpin six figures and up

A lot of suckers always front that we made it by luck, but listen

Every rapper got the spunk when it comes for the

.. "money money money money, c'mon y'all" - it's true

The Brothas from the All City group

Priority's the label, that keeps my pockets stable

Now, D-Wyze the mic stalker

I'm in control of my goal so I'll, skip the barber

I'll, save it, put it in my pocket for later

Daps if you're my troop maybe I'll fade that ass later

but still, I gotta have the top dollar bill or buck

I need six figures and up



[E-Vocalist]

Not two, not three, not four, not five

Six figures and up, is what I need to survive

Never hung with a crew, cause niggaz change like ya climate

Spent most of my time in solitary, confinement

Back in eighty-nine I wrote rhymes on the down low

Now I feel verbal to heat the world like Chernobyl

Niggaz know my name throughout the universe

I bust rhymes like a nine to watch your whole crew disperse

As my name blooms it's safe to assume

I'm in the back room, puffin on blunts like a vacumn

Consume, the boom puts my mind in tune

and pretty soon, niggaz on my nuts like Fruit of the Loom

This is to whom it may concern

Mics are burned so the cash that I get is earned



[Chorus: last line echoes out before finishing]