say protection is for sale I know me having money is the truth cause my deal Just talked, looked at me like "You, you God, hail" My money is my money, my money
[Intro:] Transmitting Live From Sector 3 L.B.C. [Verse 1:] Everybody On The Streets Waiting For My Album The Shit Never Dropped People Askin Me How Come
the TV And go about your day But just 'cos you don't see it It don't mean its gone away hey We don't talk to our neighbours They've got funny coloured
soccastars emerge from the curb up n coming mcs struggle to be heard boy.... the next jailbird ?? *censored*s talk murder and they live by there word shotters keep the money
Hit tha trap on tha same chic back to the mail Get a rat, lay it down we was tossin em up Any nigga talk shit we was boxin em up Shoot dice, talk shit
of therapy can hope to save his marriage Prisoners, be silent, be silent and be sharp Can you hear them talking? Listen through the wall: Nothing to do, nothing to do Living
the boss of the town, call him young John Gotti Sittin down with the plug, bout to order up some taco's Talkin' hella chips, nachos And you really gettin' money
you I know you have it in you [Nas] As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death New York to Cali for the money, power, respect It's a journey
I'm tryin' to give you the score, I'm not feelin' it no more We all know that money, don't buy you love You just get a job and somewhere to live You
look at you We try and talk for the first time in a long time Drunken confessions You shiver, it made you feel sick We use the rent money to pay the
day But if I only had sixteen more bars to live I'd get high, and hopefully O.D. on an alternative I'd give a dim lit dream, a colour scheme And I'd
it in you I know you have it in you [Nas] As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death New York to Cali for the money, power, respect It's a journey
your f-cking hands at the concert I?ma need to see your f-cking hands at the The best living or dead hands down huh? Less talk more head right now huh
[Verse 1: Kanye West] Yeah, yeah - I used to front when I write songs Talk about havin ice on, and I could barely keep my lights on And my beats was so
in you I know you have it in you [Nas] As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death New York to Cali for the money, power, respect It's a journey
