: Back street fight is looking for trouble If you open your mouth You're bound to rumble Johnny looks tough He's froze in the eyes He keeps his mouth
the street And yer bell's bangin' loudly but you can't hear its beat And you think yer ears might a been hurt Or yer eyes've turned filthy from the sight
wit the chinchilla swooshes Anyway that's some other shit; And it's a shame I'm so filthy now my great grand daughter mother rich P to the B see, I'm
with two attempts Jakes had no trace of the face, now they drew a print Though I'm innocent 'til proven guilty, I'ma try to get filthy, purchase a club
up, ayyy I'm the coolest in the city bitch While you lame trippin' on that goofy stupid silly shit Who you ever seen it really did, super fly filthy rich
I?m the coolest in the city bitch While you lame trippin? on that goofy stupid silly shit Who you ever seen it really did, super fly filthy rich, any
roll up, ayyy I'm the coolest in the city bitch While you lame trippin' on that goofy stupid silly shit Who you ever seen it really did, super fly filthy rich
Airs wit the chinchilla swooshes Anyway that's some other shit; And it's a shame I'm so filthy now my great grand daughter mother rich P to the B see,
bring fame and fortune Why can't you live this? All day hands on bitches With financial ventures, enhance the riches Gotta hold the cake, my grand moms
Filthy and anonymous in Jackson, a dozen keys to nowhere in his hand Black madonna, won't you change his luck and find him fifty grand? 'Cause he's
?re fucking with a star You can see the glow I?m pushing 40 stacks For a 10 minute show Nigga do the math I?ma need a bath 'Cause I?m filthy rich Making
of drug peddlin No one could stop him or knock him 'cause he's headed in The direction that gets his click filthy rich For gettin paid on the night shift
keep hating, I'ma have to come and talk that shit [Verse 2: Missy Elliott] Oh you think you cute huh, got a lot of money huh I'm filthy rich and you
you see on TV Killah Priest, come on Burnin' desire, ebony eyes Painted toe nails, legacys die Drivin' by the well, Egyptian queens, Arabian shieks Are paid to knock off rich
" we're told As the rich get richer and the poor get killed. In the event of a nuclear crisis, The rich will retreat to private bunkers with their wealth
muthaf-a Can you feel me really I hope you rocking mic's than you ain't slinging dope Check the masses who major in the gunblast on yah filthy rich ass
street And yer bell's bangin' loudly but you can't hear it's beat And you think yer ears might a been hurt Or yer eyes've turned filthy from the sight
your wife good and ball it out till your time up. Want to kill him quick?, put him in a filthy ditch, rather be filthy rich, over a filthy bitch. Wasn