Lyrics:
D R I Broke

for god's goal His iron-handed, spiritual rule Is that what you fear most? God is green, a numbered face A scamming holy ghost! God is broke, The well

Translation: D.R.I.. Broke.

why I'm always broke Hey man, it ain't no joke I can't seem to save Pay my bills or behave If it wasn't for that monthly bill I'd be a millionaire "hey

right brush and I draw all I promise I been thinkin before ya'll I barely get tired I'm rarely inspired And you accompish in a week is What I'm daily required I

hip-hop was just cuts and beats I seen Wildstyle dug the scene I wanna be an MC, rock, rock on, know what I mean? I started crashin' rap contests Shootin

, I'm back in the diss mode I gotta speak my mind, it's time to unload On this so-called government we've got If I lied like them, I think I'd get shot

to know I got money in the bank and I'd really like to thank All the fans, I'd like to thank, thank you really though 'Cause I remember yesterday when I dreamt about the days When I'd

uh Raekwon, noreaga, no-body Movin' on [r] yeah [m] who da hell is sabrina? [r] i don't know what you talkin bout [m] yeah whatever [r] go head man I

, that street, that street money That street money, that street, that street money I started flat broke, now I'm poppin' rubber bands I know I'm the shit, I