Operation: Greenbacks

[00:28.55] A fly tramp, that's what she called me
[00:31.28] Cause I don't wear no Stetson hats like Paul C
[00:33.97] As y'all see, who give a fuck? Who know what is it?
[00:36.66] These styles will be flipped to the absolute exquisite
[00:39.37] It's like a blizzard, soon as I got home from ATL
[00:42.06] Looked into my baby's face, my boo was like ... "Well!
[00:45.62] I know your types of clientele! Thoughts, needs"
[00:48.31] As I held her firmly, yet gentle as the soft sea
[00:51.05] She said, "The one with the horse weave? The pretty one?
[00:53.74] All crazy, had to touch the tattoo through the short sleeve
[00:57.38] Which one you want?" I'm like, "If there was comp?
[00:59.15] Fuck around, a nigga like me probably run up in all three!"
[01:01.89] King Geedorah what they call me, either caesar or baldy
[01:05.52] Probably have moved since last y'all saw me
[01:08.28] On the D-low, I slaughter solo emcees, they paper-thin
[01:10.93] In they Polo, Nautica, or DK men
[01:12.78] Amen! It's funny how significance make a difference
[01:16.35] Notice parables of three in every other inference
[01:19.03] For instance: "Who wanna battle? On the real?
[01:21.78] Choose your weapon: microphone, beats, or the wheels-of-steel"
[01:25.37] I own a crown in all three for getting down without a doubt
[01:28.05] I'd like to give a extra special out to Jet Jaguar, the sun, moon and star
[01:32.56] The Monster Island Czars - y'all know who you are
[01:35.26] Get that!
[01:47.05] Coming straight from the black lungs
[01:53.36] I rip tracks for all players that pack guns
[01:55.12] Stack ones in packs, done and doing back-to-back runs
[01:57.89] To my peeps that close, so's ya' knows what's up
[02:00.53] Y'all know the dough's quick, hoes that mess with 5-O shrimp like, "What?"
[02:03.25] Like they wanna shmoosh us, just to packing the pushers
[02:05.94] I'm packing gat then bust a cap at po-po
[02:07.78] If they catch us and try to push us
[02:08.63] Since when a MINY nigga don't be taking no shit?
[02:11.32] I be that drug dealing nigga that be fucking ya' bitch!
[02:14.04] What a fella! Like Salt, Pepa, Spinderella
[02:17.60] I came to spark the deaf, dumb and blind like Helen Keller
[02:20.38] If I'm not with George of the Jungle, if he not with Stella
[02:23.07] Or either Priscilla, I'm doing dips on Godzilla
[02:26.63] Though y'all know he don't play, right?
[02:27.53] TNT throws a nigga out a moving van in broad daylight
[02:31.13] And he was shackled by hands and feet
[02:33.91] Then they say he tried to escape, once his face scraped the concrete
[02:37.59] Near the curb on Monster Island, 103 Street
[02:39.31] Where brothers run the risk of getting swallowed once the Beast eat
[02:42.93] I'd rather lay in the cut, collect cash pay
[02:45.67] Only TNT I see is Gilligan's castaway
[02:48.35] With Mary Jane and Ginger
[02:50.12] Oh, from which you spent the night by accident, I creep like a ninja
[02:53.72] When the mack is bent, who can give one fuck?
[02:56.48] Get bucked, get broke up like three-piece nun-chucks
[02:59.19] Y'all sun struck, sick to they head-piece
[03:01.80] Three-headed beast brings the drama to a dead cease
[03:04.53] (Get that money, god)
[03:07.26] Sick to they head-piece
[03:08.16] (Get that money, god)
[03:09.19] (Get that money, god)
[03:10.02] (Get that money, god)
[03:11.88] Greenbacks ... the meanest green stacks
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