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Ayo, what's up, what's up? | Let's keep it real, son, count this money | You know what I'm sayin'? Yeah, yeah
Ayo, what's up, what's up? Let's keep it real, son, count this money You know what I'm sayin'? Yeah, yeah Ayo, put the Grants over there in the safe You know what I'm sayin'? 'Cause we spendin' these Jacksons The Washingtons go to wifey, you know how that go I'm sayin' that's what this is all about, right? Clothes, bankrolls, and hoes You know what I'm sayin'? Yo, then what, man, what? Visualizin' the realism of life in actuality Fuck who's the baddest, a person's status depends on salary And my mentality is money-orientated I'm destined to live the dream for all my peeps who never made it 'Cause yeah, we were beginners in the hood as Five Percenters But somethin' must've got in us, 'cause all of us turned to sinners Now some restin' in peace and some are sittin' in San Quentin Others, such as myself, are tryin' to carry on tradition Keepin' this Schweppervescent street ghetto essence inside us 'Cause it provides us with the proper insight to guide us Even though we know, somehow we all gotta go But as long as we leavin' thievin' We'll be leavin' with some kind of dough So, until that day we expire and turn to vapors Me and my capers will be somewhere stackin' plenty papers Keepin' it real, packin' steel, gettin' high 'Cause life's a bitch and then you die Life's a bitch and then you die, that's why we get high 'Cause you never know when you're gonna go Life's a bitch and then you die, that's why we puff lye 'Cause you never know when you're gonna go Life's a bitch and then you die, that's why we get high 'Cause you never know when you're gonna go Life's a bitch and then you die, that's why we puff lye I woke up early on my born day; I'm 20, it's a blessin' The essence of adolescence leaves my body, now I'm fresh and My physical frame is celebrated 'cause I made it One quarter through life, some godly-like thing created Got rhymes 365 days annual, plus some Load up the mic and bust one, cuss while I pus from My skull, 'cause it's pain in my brain vein, money maintain Don't go against the grain, simple and plain When I was young at this, I used to do my thing hard Robbin' foreigners, take they wallets, they jewels and rip they green cards Dipped to the projects, flashin' my quick cash And got my first piece of ass, smokin' blunts with hash Now it's all about cash in abundance Niggas I used to run with is rich or doin' years in the hundreds I switched my motto; instead of sayin', "Fuck tomorrow!" That buck that bought a bottle could've struck the lotto Once I stood on the block, loose cracks produce stacks I cooked up and cut small pieces to get my loot back Time is illmatic, keep static like wool fabric Pack a 4-matic to crack your whole cabbage Life's a bitch and then you die, that's why we get high 'Cause you never know when you're gonna go Life's a bitch and then you die, that's why we puff lye 'Cause you never know when you're gonna go Life's a bitch and then you die, that's why we get high 'Cause you never know when you're gonna go Life's a bitch and then you die, that's why we puff lye 'Cause you never know when you're gonna go Life's a bitch and then you die
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