same Because money changes everything [ ROUND 1: Donald D ] Once again comin at you hyper Donald D the Syndicate Sniper Boston Strangler, Charles Manson No matter what killer I mention, keep dancin _Five
' like a black king on a throne Evil E, turn up the microphone So I can ill and break on the rollin' tape Another album to make? Great Islam turn the bass
wear the mask but how long will it last I thought he was the wonder and I was stunned by his lips Taking sips sipping Amaretto sour with a twist Shook my hips to the bass
Bitch I know Haitians, we speakin' Creole Bitch I'm a D-boy, still slingin' kilos I got twenty cars, why exaggerate? It cost me five grand just to fill
shit get fatter and fatter I'll do the funk in your face and it slaps ya How does it feel with the face full of funk? With the bass in your trunk, weed
be leakin' I rap full time and still pump bass on the weekend A nigga hoppin' all over the map And what you learn That niggas with long paper take longer
Sir Too Short, I'm bout to do this In 1981, that's where it all begun We do it for the money, we don't rap for fun Five dolla's fo' a tape, Too Short
Freddy B Wuz up $hort? Ai, y'know they been waitin' on this ol' school game Let's bring that game back Like game one thru five? Yeah nigga, just like
' I was on my way to San Jose To the stero shop that make my music play Cause one amp shut down and the bass ain't playin Didn't take long, for Joel and
Tell 'em what we do in here, dangerous Get some drums from a break and then break yo ass You want beats from the crew? We'll take yo cash Five G's for
You think Oakland, California, is a city of punks It only takes a second to pop the trunk And just like that, you know it's real You're in the right damn
fucker ends And hit the main strip, where the hoes be hanging Spitting some game and trying to throw that thang On any young nigger with some ends A mobile phone and a drop top benz Take
to 25, And I know niggas hate i'm a heavy guy, But if they wanna snake me i'll take it to any height, Take me on any ride, Got a full clip, there's no
, I?m thuggish ruggish The Green-Eyed Bandit, I be Erick Sermon I gets real determined And one for the trouble and two for the bass I take it to your
Seein me, feelin me, we right here on the level Turnin hardrocks to pebbles, exposin the devil Lyrical olympian like John Carlos winnin gold medal Take that bass
is straighter So get on the floor and forget ya stance And cruise to the beat that makes you dance 4 Ever My Beat, orchestrated as a treble I rate Havin' all that it takes
I pushed lah Carried a fo'five Claimed I was ready to die Promised never to cry Held it all inside Reality was too much to take so I Kept my mind fried
