dollar Escape jake fakin plot alot hotter Fake snakes smilin right in your face Play this a lot smarter {Joe Mafia} Low avalanche, wobblely stance, ask for
? The million fucking dollars, the jet-skis, or the guys? How 'bout those fucking aspirations? Aiming for the vacuous end. I wanna need that respiration. I wanna get some press for
funky pizzazz Idryss'll do my fade-up cause he cuts em like class And the chicks want me to lick cause I'm too quick, I think I'll pass Dollars, if I
Just pay us homage and promise to bring dollars to the bottomless safe With a diddy and a video to show my tricks And a chip on your shoulder when you pose for
and probe your dreams You know it's hip hop when it's out for self Singing double thinking time Slingin choking screams Going once going twice Oh, it's sold for
For the Plumbline and the Frontline one time on the front lines keep holdin' it down for all the pilgrims All over the world representing for the bloodline
a mosquit-ah, the much sweeter resent the act I been bent back since my Physical went back Since, Cultured more of my kin And for them I keep an L rolled
Old heads said you livin' fast like 80's I said for me it was the 90's I guess the 90's was my 80's Shit... got a thing for them fine ladies Pretty foreign
of fuck hoes Fakes, frauds, fictional bangers Never held a heater until you had someone take your picture Looking invincible with it, you did it for glory Some did it for
brooks Who would then try to offer me Like a hundred thousand dollars Just for me to go the fuck away And he's waiting For my kind of reply I am
they're sayin you shouldn't hear it Maybe it's hatred I spew, maybe it's food for the spirit Maybe it's beautiful music I made for you to just cherish
of the rich pick a thin pockets bare and scatter, the skeletons of cultures with no rent control Pattering feet of prostitutes and penny brown children trades glass glades sweet for
down the side of silver snakes _ in a hollow-safeguard[?] Dollars in graveyards fill your graves Listen through submission and sadistic cultures And
Culture of degradation, it's a macho-nation, culture of degradation, fortifies the seperation, I'm sitting at my home, me and my friend TV alone
see Dollar bills is all my homies are seeing I guess the devil was the god to influence and do these evil things Incarcerated for murders that been commited
they body parts I'm not crazy; I'm lulu, I will Larry Davis these spades You spill a little blood on the NARC's Fubu The Culture Pound'll go thru dude