DJ Clue

DJ Clue - Time is Money (Main Mix) lyrics

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Intro: Cardan

Yeah, Yeah, Check It out

I'm 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

I'm Cardan, you wouldn't understand son

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

Blacked out, 006, next to Cam'ron

See ya if I see ya, If I don't

Bye Bye,

Meet me at the bolge were they cross smokin' la la

Supreme Dada, neva to good to eat at Popeye's

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, It's earned

like I'm Dennis the worm

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

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

So if you wanna act now, I'll make you get up

and I'll sit you back down

Yo Clue, hit the switches in the background

move him up, he made me do this

Don't kill him, bruise him up

Make him switch sides like Roscoe, That's how we use him up

Take a little ride wit 'em, glide wit'em

Switch glocks on him, spit on your hand

Hypest tears neva cry wit 'em

His girl, she's blind wit 'em

Used to pack his nine wit 'em

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

That's buggin' our life, But I can see ya'll niggaz faces now

Coverin' ya'll mouths,

Ayo you had to hear Cardan and Nore thuggin' it out

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

I'm bout to flow on, put on ya'll seat belts

nigga hold on, ain't nuthin' funny, since part two

of show me the money,

My age I can't mention wit' the shit that I'm spittin'

Rippin' niggaz into ??fissures?? like I'm 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 there'd 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

ain't enough bullets in your gun to scare me straight

When beef escalate

You the next to scate

I'll be around, Till you hit the ground ??left of the Jakes??

The Christians come through, they bless you awake

you test your fate, I'll hit your chest wit an eight

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

Ain't a big man too big to rest in a lake

I do this for cats who's name i can't 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 it's 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 I'm

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 can't 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 don't think I'm too good to do what

you should do

You just anutha nigaa don't 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 I'm Dabien, So if a nigga think I'm sweet,

Tell 'em Try me Then,

Why you worried bout how I be in my BM,

ain't 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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