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Make Munne
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Make Munne è stato pubblicato il 19 ottobre 1993 da Nervous Records come parte dell'album Enta Da Stage
19 ottobre 1993
EtichettaNervous Records
LinguaEnglish
BPM95
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia

Video musicale

Video musicale

Testi

Back in the days we used to hit Pitkin Ave
Knapsack strapped on my back 'cause everything got bagged
In sight, when I got put out, put up a fight
Then I took flight, all you seen was a streak of light
Ghost, you didn't catch me if you wanted to
I'm broke, it's time to catch some wreck, where's my crew?
Hit up the mall, fill up the pad with ease
Pump shit on the block and make at least two G's
Sometimes I even hit the pocket, I got knocked
One time, two times, shit, they couldn't stop it
I had to make my loot, I had to make my dough
So I took my 'Lo and Guess, then bumped the rest
On the ave, it's all about the green
And **** who make mad green know what I mean
So if you in the house and you know what it's about
Gettin' paid, come on, let me hear you shout
Make money, money, make money, money, money, yeah
Make money, money, make money, money, money
Make money, money, make money, money, money, yeah
Make money, money, make money, money, money
Take money, money, take money, money, money
Take money, money, take money, money, money
Take money, money, take money, money, money
Take money, money, take money, money, money
I got to get paid, and I mean quick fast
And if it ain't the cash, then that ass get blast
Livin' in New York nowadays is like damn
'Cause if you're broke, nobody wants to be your man
Especially the girls when it come to gettin' game
You got to have the loot plus the gear to maintain
I can't take the heat, there's a strain on my brain
And when my pockets are broke, my heart feels the pain
I gotta get a grip 'cause I might just flip
I'm thinkin' of a whip, where's my crew and my clip?
"It's a jack, take your fuckin' hand off the wheel
Turn around slowly, bitch, you know the deal"
(Shorty, you crazy) Nah, I need dough
And I'ma do what I gotta do, where's my flow?
I wanna grab the mic, flip the script and get paid
But if I puff a daydream, damn, I'm gettin' played
Word to my meals, no frills, gotta go
And if you wanna bump makin' dough, let me know
I rather get paid with the paid program
You can keep your fame and fuck who's the man
I scheme and I scheme 'til I go get the green
And if you want a scene of the money fiend
**** let me hit the screen
Everybody in the house, if you want dough
You gots to let me know
Make money, money, make money, money, money, yeah
Make money, money, make money, money, money
Make money, money, make money, money, money, yeah
Make money, money, make money, money, money
Take money, money, take money, money, money
Take money, money, take money, money, money
Take money, money, take money, money, money
Take money, money, take money, money, money
I'm gettin' kinda old, now my mom's wanna flip
Up out the crib, damn, I gotta hear the fuckin' lip
The house ain't clean and the rent's overdue
I hear the same line, yeah, "I do it all for you"
You do it all for me but all I want is my own
I wanna represent, so I keep shit known
That I'm for the dough and nothin' but the dead pres'
"Fuck Uncle Sam and the bullshit" he says
"You got to get paid" says the man on the corner
See a fly shortie lookin' good, push up on her
Now I'm like the man 'cause I bring home the bacon
Shit is mad real, kid, ain't no move-fakin'
On the streets of New York, whatever you talk
It seems like only poor people eat pork
Word to my herb, make your loot in the spot
If you wanna get paid, let me see you lick one shot
Make money, money, make money, money, money, yeah
Make money, money, make money, money, money
Make money, money, make money, money, money, yeah
Make money, money, make money, money, money
Take money, money, take money, money, money
Take money, money, take money, money, money
Take money, money, take money, money, money
Take money, money, take money, money, money
Yeah
Word up
Yo, it's realer than y'all
That's the life of a brother in the streets of the ghetto
World life
Ayo, it's real, it's all about the cash, bring it in
Written by: Black Moon
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