MONEY B

MONEY B - Keep Your Eyez On The Mealticket lyrics

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[Money B speaking:]

It's time i'm lettin all you busters know you better ride to this here

ya, this is one of them ones that had to get done

if anybody get offended by what I'm sayin,

I'm probably talkin bout you anyways

but it ain't about that. it's about my dawg

They can't kill you dawg, I won't let you die

and I remember what you told me. you said:

[Chorus:]

The aim is to be major paid

with game sharper than a mutherfuckin razorblade

So keep your eyes on the mealticket (mealticket)

so get your money nigga, let's get richer real quicker

The aim is to be major paid

with game sharper than a mutherfuckin razorblade

So keep your eyes on the mealticket

get your money hustler, let's get richer real quicker

[1st verse:]

Got fools askin when I'm gonna do a song for my homey

like my feelings ain't strong for my homey

It didn't take long for my homie to start sewin it up

throwing up the westside here, blowin it up

A real rider, thugged out to the corner

A lot of fools hated him cuz he was doin it hot

You think I'm talkin bout you?

you better check that tattoo

On your chick thigh,fool

Ride or die,fool

Now all these fools

wanna make a career of the next man's hits

Ridin his tip, makin songs bout pac

Sayin it's outta respect

but if it's outta respect,

Then give his momma the check

cuz she made him

and he sure made you

you like humble (??), im watchin everything you do

Come on dog, face it you know you cheatin

If he was still here, you know you wouldnt be eatin

but everybody thugged out, thug this, thug that

Superthugs to the fullest, imagine that

You one dimensional,

claimin you the 2nd comin and its unintentional

My homey, i wish you was here so you could see these lamers

How these fake djs tryin to be in this game

You know, your real loved ones miss you dawg

When you fell, you took the west with you dawg

for real

[Chorus]

You ain't knowin whats wrong

now put your shirt back on

Before Tha Outlawz see ya

and you get your back blown

Ridin to makaveli 3, 4, 5 and 6

with tattoos on they belly

Ridin like they getting shot

All these bad asses suckas he was talkin wit

now that he passed, they kissin his ass

Now, if this shit was the other way around

You think my man Pac wouldn't still be tryin to clown

Now tell me are you sincere for real

Or maybe tryin to pick up West Coast record sales?

Cuz uh, touchin them millions, my dawg was nice

Even B.I. got turned out by thug life (babee)

Now where the hell u think that stuff came from?

Ya, act up if you want

Makaveli tha Don, he was the greatest

i know u hate it, but someone had to say it

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