DJ Clue - Time is Money текст песни

Intro: cardan

Yeah, yeah, check it out

Im cardan right, niggaz think 16 is young

Sum niggaz think 16 is sleet

Verse 1: cardan

Now how you gon come against an army with a handgun

Im cardan, you wouldnt understand son

I be on of them niggaz shoot a three, get a and 1

Blacked out, 006, next to camron

See ya if I see ya, if I dont

Bye bye,

Meet me at the bolge were they cross smokin la la

Supreme dada, neva to good to eat at popeyes

Punishing you, servin you notes above the cockeyes

I walk the city alone, not biggie or bone

They miss me at home, half a million sittin on crome

Could of schooled me, on how to listen and learn

So when I get my shit, its earned

Like Im dennis the worm

You gotta live it and learn, till your bridges get burned

Im not stoppin till I drop, I am just speakin in a swerve

So if you wanna act now, Ill make you get up

And Ill sit you back down

Yo clue, hit the switches in the background

Move him up, he made me do this

Dont kill him, bruise him up

Make him switch sides like roscoe, thats how we use him up

Take a little ride wit em, glide witem

Switch glocks on him, spit on your hand

Hypest tears neva cry wit em

His girl, shes blind wit em

Used to pack his nine wit em

Sold eights to cakes, the key wit the dimes in em

Thats buggin our life, but I can see yall niggaz faces now

Coverin yall mouths,

Ayo you had to hear cardan and nore thuggin it out

I think sum niggaz on the run eatin, sluggin it out

Im bout to flow on, put on yall seat belts

Nigga hold on, aint nuthin funny, since part two

Of show me the money,

My age I cant mention wit the shit that Im spittin

Rippin niggaz into ? ? fissures? ? like Im hotta than kitchens

You gotta flow, come on nigga

Rhyme wit us, come on get some shine wit us

My niggaz eat, still pack heat and still grind wit us

Hook: mase

Time is money

Never knew thered be days like this

Never knew days like this

Tired of ballin

Gettin hard to live wit niggaz on my dick

Niggaz always on my dick (2x)

Verse 2: mase

Brace the stage, so right now you dealin wit a great

Aint enough bullets in your gun to scare me straight

When beef escalate

You the next to scate

Ill be around, till you hit the ground ? ? left of the jakes? ?

The christians come through, they bless you awake

You test your fate, Ill hit your chest wit an eight

My thing come down, damn, you get an extra eight

Aint a big man too big to rest in a lake

I do this for cats whos name I cant mention

Dropped down hoes, and about 72 wenchin

Got in beef, and got paid at the entrance

Turned at the boy, he had to do their sentence

Critics complain, I dress to fly, but I bet you i

Will never testify

When I size a nigga up, I measure the guy

So if his man front, he be he next to die

I can see it in your eye, all you wanna do is ? ? maneuve? ?

So I think its time that I pick up and move

Got a house in new jeru, where I always be goin

I got keys that I leave for my niggaz, when im

Buttlers that bring me buffets at the don

Six mexicans get paid to mow my lawn

I feel cats, be able to flow in the oasis

Louis the 13th, no more nigga, taste this

The life I live I cant escape it

Face it, iced up roly to me, just a basic

Take my shit to tito, just to get a facelift

Buy extra cases, musta misplaced it, I dont think Im too good to do what

You should do

You just anutha nigaa dont wanna see me famous

See i, left hood life for the good life, call up tito

Cause he gon give he a good price yo

Mami friends, say Im dabien, so if a nigga think Im sweet,

Tell em try me then,

Why you worried bout how I be in my bm,

Aint ya lucnhbreak over, go back to ibm

Whatcha want huh? cardan. mase murder. harlem world. desert storm. penelty.

Clue. whut whut.

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