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The Money

[Chorus:]

Stop smilin', be still do nothin' but the money

(Leavin' permanent scars, like getting splashed on the island)

Stop smilin', be still do nothin' but the money

(Gimme yours, or get your manhood taken)

Stop smilin', be still do nothin' but the money

(Put you on your back, send you on your way, yo good lookin)

Stop smilin', be still do nothin' but the money

[Verse 1: Havoc]

Hey yo what you wanna do with that black deuce deuce

Hit you up, take that cash you ain't slug proof dude

Takin yours to survive

It's only matter of time

I'm snatchin, livin grimy, runnin, never look back

The root of evil got me acting like that

Life ain't a game, the streets is mortal combat

I wasn't blessed with the silver spoon

Since my born, I was doomed, confined to one room

Now you a customer

Copping from natural born hustlas (that's what he thought kid)

Stupid son, he get extorted

[Chorus][Verse 2: Prodigy]

Open your eyes, get wise, and look alive, pay attention

I'm manifestin, my slugs be leavin'niggas guessingTime is of the essence, and yours is runnin out fast

You won't last, livin out your life like that

You shoulda got down with my crew, slingin cracks international

But instead, you wanna merge with the rivals

And moves like that could end up, homicidal

You suicidal, and I'm (alive on arrival)

Play the drug game with precision, and never with division

I'm tryna see addition

Food to fill my kitchen

Some faggot niggas snitchin givin info

We'll do a drive by, in a stolen black pinto

With tinted windows, bullets will flurry through your system

Your man ran, lucky for him, because we missed him

We'll catch him on the rebound, but see now

We tryna make this money and you tryna stop me, what's it gonna be now

You stand up to my crew and get laid down

On the ground with the big four pound

You hear the sound on the other side of town

Where caps get peeled

Break you off, love, love, give you somethin to feel

[Chorus][Verse 3: Havoc]

You don't have to tell me twice

I know when to chill when I have to

But if I have to, I'll still clap you

I'll crack through your fortress

You couldn't hold it down, so you lost it

No crew could withstand the forces

Never second guess me, just bless me

Stop smilin, bodies stackin, dead presidents pilin

We wildin, lifted, terror three sixes

They got a petition, for my conviction

Rise to the occasion

When it's time for blazin, on the 41st side

Niggas is cravin for drama, we can handle it

It ain't nothin cause we use to it

It's all good, the hood we ran through it since young

It used to be candy, but now it's guns

Stickin niggas son, my job ain't done[Chorus]

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