Rhyme & Reason movie - Business First lyrics
rate meSong by Nyoo & DeCoca<br /><br>
[Intro: (singing])]<br>
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(Money makers, take money money money)<br>
[repeat]<br>
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[Chorus:]<br>
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You got to know the rules of the money makers (Money makers)<br>
You got to have the mind of a money taker (Take money money money)<br>
*repeat*<br>
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Day break, wake up, slept past the snooze<br>
Spot that new pote', don't fuck wit'cha *?cools?*<br>
If I won fifteen when we get Mickey D's<br>
Philly *?tritors?* come up, we got our eyes on paper<br>
I gotta partner wit two, see we can flip us a ??<br>
Cos he'll help a nigga out, just we're down on low<br>
So track the yard for your bank, spend five on bags<br>
I'ma creep the soda from the store-a (that last ten burnt fast)<br>
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I took a beaker from school cos see I failed that class<br>
Gotta simple teaspoon and we ain't top the glass<br>
Watch it rise the top (the top), the drop to the bottom (the bottom)<br>
Cool it off quick, yell "BOMB'S ??"<br>
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The fiends put that glass back to blast of a loaded .4-4 Mag<br>
Hard enough to knock a linebacker out his shoulder pads<br>
On a slab, drop the bag, time for action<br>
Cut it witta one for your best satisfaction<br>
Inhale, exhale, now you're clientele<br>
Find me in ATL, where them hollow point shells<br>
is left all over the scene when we been seen<br>
Getaway cleaner than Kim Basinger, stay dip, it's a routine<br>
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Throw dice with the neighbours, never know which one I'm rollin with (Say<br>
what?)<br>
Keep your friends close but keep your enemies closest<br>
There's six million ways (uhuh), wit one way out<br>
.357 Rueger, the six-shooter<br>
Just enough commotion to get the fuck outta Waco<br>
God I'm in distress, I caress<br>
Already got the ginners out the kin in '88<br>
See stringers are better, I do whatever the fuck it takes<br>
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[Chorus: (x2)]<br>
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You got to know the rules of the money makers (Money makers)<br>
You got to have the mind of a money taker (Take money money money)<br>
Take care of your business first, save them niggas for last<br>
and always keep your eyes on the cash<br>
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I stay ready for confrontation, throwin flurry's in combinations<br>
The right, left, right, slap that niggas faces<br>
>From the land of the free, home of the killers<br>
We nick, keep keepin it raw, goin to war overseas<br>
Mo' tains and now my end is game tight like Dolemite<br>
Kavossier, no man's protege, the world's tight<br>
I keep my dick clean like niggas came white<br>
Since the days, niggas want a dopeman's knot<br>
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The moves I make, all your draft lights and Nitron Davis<br>
One foot after the other, like a classic movie in color<br>
The street blood, a goodfella, you weed dealer<br>
You cocoa deller, gigolo, pimp-type money getter<br>
Now see we strive for the good thangs, the big man'<br>
and a ?? phone chain, sittin on chrome thangs<br>
Plushed out white, wit the black pipes, straight from the Golden State<br>
Filthy rich, niggas ??<br>
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You damn straight, and boss players never P.H.<br>
They be too busy flippin weight down to the last ??<br>
Stackin up rep wit the kilos on their inside, the chemist<br>
who balance on trip' beams, like ol metal ??<br>
I'm buildin like salt-n-vinegar, mama raise the real nigga<br>
Three parts Cherokee, so I'm an Indian giver<br>
Give and take and break a fiend of the proper docious<br>
Keep it certified dope, in the Volks out of folks<br>
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[Chorus (x2)]<br>
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I got my niggas on the inside lookin out<br>
(Yeah I got my niggas on the outside lookin in)<br>
I got my niggas on the inside lookin out<br>
(Yeah I got my niggas on the outside lookin in)<br>
You know the money, take your money<br>
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[Outro]<br>
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