The Profit

We gettin' money, man, I'll show you how to turn profit In the hood, they call me 'Joey, The Profit' First you cop it, then you cook it, then you chop it What the fuck, boy? Bitch ass niggaz, they can't stop us We turn a profit, p-p-profit, the profit We makin' profit, p-p-profit, profit Yeah, in the hood they call me 'Joey, The Profit' If you listen close, my niggaz, you bound to see a profit I'm New York's livin' legend, the streets know me well Stand in the line of fire, it's gonna to be hell You're dancin' wit the Devil, tonight's your last night Picture me, Lil' Eazy E, pistol fahrenheit L.A. County, got work in Slawson We get it poppin' back to Roxbury in Boston The streets love me, see they named me Coca We the Puerto Rican version of La Costra Nostra You can find me in the kitchen with my apron on Somethin' like a chef, yeah, I get my Raekwon on Joey, the mayor, I get ki's to the city And I got 'em cheap, the whole hood could come with me, nigga We gettin' money, man, I'll show you how to turn profit In the hood, they call me 'Joey, The Profit' First you cop it, then you cook it, then you chop it What the fuck, boy? Bitch ass niggaz, they can't stop us We turn a profit, p-p-profit, the profit We makin' profit, p-p-profit, profit Yeah, in the hood they call me 'Joey, The Profit' If you listen close, my niggaz, you bound to see a profit I'm gettin' money, I'm the President Junior And in the hood, they call me 'Weezy, The Future' And everybody that's around me will shoot ya And nigga, my band let 'em blow like twofers, yeah Clap, I got 'em, I g-g-got 'em, I got 'em Cook, I got 'em, I g-g-got 'em, I got 'em And in the hood, they call me 'Weezy, The Future' If listen close, my nigga, you might see the future Young Wayne in the buildin', where your stove at? Cook 'em up, strap 'em down, where the road at? I'm strapped up, plenty bullets, nigga, hold that Now you steppin' out in led shower, where your robe at? I knock your earth off, damn, where ya globe at? Fuck the coach, I keep shootin' like Kobe The money knows me better then anybody Bitch, I'm paid, forget about it I'm sittin' in the Coupe wit the titties outted, the nipples chrome Or that big black thing wit the slippers on that bullshit Dippin' on them bitches, get off dick, you soft pricks I'm from New Orleans, homeless but don't forget The sun even shines on dog shit And dog, I've been hustlin' since the day I was barkin' I walk in this bitch like what it do The money home, stop hatin', get your money on, nigga We gettin' money, man, I'll show you how to turn profit In the hood, they call me 'Joey, The Profit' First you cop it, then you cook it, then you chop it What the fuck, boy? Bitch ass niggaz, they can't stop us We turn a profit, p-p-profit, the profit We makin' profit, p-p-profit, profit Yeah, in the hood they call me 'Joey, The Profit' If you listen close, my niggaz, you bound to see a profit This year All Star Weekend was off the chain Literally niggaz comin' off wit them chains Put the devi to his chest, homey going die tonight Then his jaw dropped like Napoleon Dynamite Jack boy, I been since I'm a toddler My dad was sleepin', I was runnin' through his pockets Oh yeah, you ready for war, then what's stoppin' you? I hope you know them Bentley doors' not chopperproof And they go bratatat just like them bullets dancin' Come up short wit my dough, I'm 'bout to pull a Manson Take your kids for ransom, yeah, it's payback Next time I front you some birds, you better pay crack What? Shit, I don't know nothin' He might be the police comin' up with assumptions All I know is this nigga here is about to meet God If you don't bring me some ki's or bring me 50 large We gettin' money, man, I'll show you how to turn profit In the hood, they call me 'Joey, The Profit' First you cop it, then you cook it, then you chop it What the fuck, boy? Bitch ass niggaz, they can't stop us We turn a profit, p-p-profit, the profit We makin' profit, p-p-profit, profit Yeah, in the hood they call me 'Joey, The Profit' If you listen close, my niggaz, you bound to see a profit Profit, p-p-profit, the profit Profit, p-p-profit, the profit Profit, p-p-profit, the profit Profit, p-p-profit, the profit Yeah, it's Coca, baby, coke season Young Money Weezy, Terror era Gotta be Novocaine on this motherfucker's shit ones Yeah, nigga, brrat