Crucial Conflict

Crucial Conflict - Just Getting My Money lyrics

rate me


Just getting my money

All the girls in the world wanna ride wit me

Just getting my money

I'm a Chi-town playa can't you see

Just getting my money

Mack all the way what can I say

Just getting my money

I'm the prince of the funk

And it sounds this way

[Verse 1: Cold Hard, Kilo]

Introducing myself as the chief-king Cold Hard

Looking cold like the blow

Of windsmoke like a bodyguard

Slick as the slickest

Slicker you can thinka

Screw me ya goofy trick

And then I'll switch ya

Got me all hot when haters be at me

Tryin' ta kick off something cause I be jazzy

But I don't trip at all, I keep on macking

Sit back relax as my ends keep on stacking


Check it out I strut

Peeping all the good butts

Can I get it on you can have a cut

Of a potent raw dope party

That have you peeped in one hit

Of the key to mack, have you freaking

Straight game from the Chi-town

The fly town, stop fighting all you fat girls

I'ma thousand grammes so act clown

Playas hated looking faded

Ain't that funny, dummy,

Yo girl be giving up the money


[Verse 2: Neverless]

Brothers like me you know I have ta ball a bit

Out wit the Conflict and you know we runnin' it

My fellas told me there's a gang hanging on the road

Rolling down the window macking on these 3-0-4's

They creeping peeping to the game but they all the same

Rolling round wid me this trying ta get up in yo brain

But I maintain mine, and I gotta claim mine

Running wid them renegades stepping in between lines

We rolling up the vibes, stepping in the 9-5

Kilo, Cold Hard and the Never wid the Wild Style

Freaks in Deca-T Westside and Chi-Town the best

Cause we westbound put 2 up on ya chest now

Bow down, bow-wow yo yippee-yay

Crucial Conflict's got 'em in the barn smoking on hay

But still it's on to the break a dawn, dawn of the day

As I chill wid the Conflict, just getting my money!


[Verse 3: WildStyle]

Straight for the hood I be live 4-5 by my side

As I ride on the funky track bumpin' yo back

In the 'Lac we be like snicking a mix like this

Every single day when I play my way

Cause it ain't no thing for me ta just chill

Got my money in my pocket everything is real

Who is me? What is me? Could you be like me?

Creepin' it's the weekend and I'll be sneaking

Bass penetrate my chest when I'm off the cess-sime

Ya see the mack make it easy,

All a y'all freaks we can party all night

Throw ya hands in the s-k-y put 'em up high

Sweet, beet, good enough ta eat,

Get ya champagne glasses drink is on me

To all you MCs, playas indeed, it's the wicked WildStyle

And I'd like ta say peace

[Hook til' fade]

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