flavor [chorus - Big Sound] My money around the world (yeah!) This song I made up in a Twin Turbos I'm spendin' on Hills and videos My money around the world (yeah!) My
grams on the kichen plate, tryin to keep that money straight Times is rollin three up these streets sleep But when I crack, hammer cocked back rapped in my sheets My
t nuttin change but my limp Can't stop till I see my name on a blimp Guarantee a million sales pullin all the love You don't believe in Harlem World nigga
talk about this rap shit... Niggas wanna talk about this money... 'Bout these cars... these homes... these labels, clothes, sneakers... Big money shit
off the wall [Verse 1] The all around the world Digital Underground, Pac The Rudloph the red nosed reindeer of the Roc I take my chain, my 15 seconds
Tommy (Getcha money man.. getcha money man.. getcha money man) On the streets doing his thang, gettin paid (Getcha money man.. getcha money man..) (Getcha money man.. getcha money
double G tell em what you gon do [Snoop Doggy Dogg] (Both) I'll keep doin what I'm gon do With my (nigga J.T.) the Bigga Figga, that's my nigga Representin
s against my honor [Lil' Fame] Duke let me warn you, my niggas crip up Them young boys'll run up on you, shoot your whip up Brooklyn, nigga, beg for you life And my
monk, YaHEAD, get shrunk The touch of skunk, I be fuckin bitches by the chunk my name black, do words wanna play in my dirt? Bitch stop my momma serve
Let us around, What's that sound? It's goin' down [Chorus:] Fuck all y'all, Fuckin' with my mind, Until you all fall, Misanthropy Fuckin' with my mind
rich white life we bound to respect Cause and effect Can't you smell the smoke in the breeze? My Panther my Brother we are at War until you're free!
with Biggie Sound [verse 3: Biggie Sound]* Since eighty-nine I grow up with guns around Today at 21 years I have been Porsche around Photos, action and have to keep my
bitch [chorus] My paper born, my paper grows My paper developin', but he doesn't die She likes my style - Com'on guys! My paper born, my paper grows My
, crush the hash, the Beretta's in the stash Niggas say, "Oh my Lord" Niggas say, "Oh my Lord" Niggas say, "Oh my Lord" Niggas say, "Oh my Lord" What
but mine, unless you talkin' Big Pun in his prime Maybe '96 Jay, before Dame was throwin' money around Or 2pac without Humpty around Or 50 before Em,
is flying all around and even though it was me and him the rumors were around they said I killed somebody now how that sound how Could I smoke someone to Death thats bigger
don't understand You got a side an' I got one But you be crossin' over here to see what's in my hand Yeah, but that's cool too I gets my money on the
