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AMOS LEE lyrics - Mountains Of Sorrow, Rivers Of Song

Scared Money

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If you've got scared money Always lay it down If you've got scared money Run you out of town If you've got the small stack, Jack Best not be afraid Either take the king down Or get out of his way They see you walking in With a target on your chest They see you at your work But they want you at your best Ain't nowhere to run You in far too deep The climb is far to high The fall is far to steep If you've got scared money You always lay it down If you've got scared money Run you out of town If you've got the small stack, Jack Best not be afraid Either take the king down Or get out his way So welcome to my world Go on take a chair There's demons in your drink And evil eyes are everywhere Only hope that you gonna have [?] and well Either bow down now Or come in for the kill Cause if you've got scared money Run you out of town If you've got scared money You always lay it down There's terror in your eyes Too afraid to blink You're too afraid to swallow I know what you think You're up against the wall The killer in your sight The read the death slowly Get back up and fight If you've got scared money Run you out of town If you've got scared money You always lay it down If you've got the small stack, Jack Best not be afraid Either take the king down Or get out of his way

The Good, The Bad & The Ugly

JIN "The Rest Is History"
[Males speaking Chinese] [Verse 1] About they never talked about the guns or the drugs 'Till I saw the guns and the drugs There is tons in the hood I'll admit, I never sold a sack in my life Watchin' "Scarface" thinkin' that was a life Slingin' dope or coke, respect, money and power But what happen when things start to go sour Everybody wanna see more cash But ego's clashin', that's when egos crash See the two of them started when they was in dimes Graduated, now they movin' bricks at a time Down to do whatever even wet up cops Tryin' to build an empire so they shut up shop They got themselves a connect ready to tie it down A buster went from Philly straight to China town Now there is dough poorin' heads thinkin' it's the same All of a sudden there is weak link in the chain He's a 6"2, brawler cat -- nickname Bolo Caught beef with his man so he had to go dolo But that was a no no You know the code of the streets; everybody gotta eat And that's how shit in the hood be Ain't sayin' it's a true story, but it could be For the next three months Bolo is nowhere to be found They say 'cause of the beef that's why he left town And everybody knows why they don't get along He's a greedy bastard - stole half a meal from Fom Fom is the quiet type, silent and deadly You play with his money now he's violent and ready They was partners - betrayed by his own man So he really gotta take actions into his own hands Father forgive me for the sins I commit But when I see that thief again, that's it [Hook] The good, the bad, things can get ugly Every hustler over this money thinkin' what it should be Never know who, when, where, what could be If you still alive then you'll probably understood me [Verse 2] Meanwhile across town in a two bedroom apartment Bolo's going through it, baby mama through it All that dumb shit he be puttin' her though Disappear for three months plus he hittin' her too Now she got her bags pack then she ready to bounce Didn't leave a thing - not even the keys to the house Let her leave, he ain't talk with her at all Went straight for the safe behind the portrait on the wall He's back for his jewels, that in the cash Plus the sale of last few bricks he had in his stash Get his money right then he leavin' again Off to find a new life and start breathin' again So the deal was made and the buyers agreed And exchanged - they bring what the suppliers would need Pick a spot in China Town uncle Lenny used to own Dollar bills on the wall respectfully known Bolo went by himself even though it seem risky Wanted the whole cake - somethin' smell fishy Back in the kitchen the money was waitin' Deep in his heart he knew he was dancin' with Satan Dress in all back with gats - this ain't part of the deal Had a me set a mouth for the kill Startin' lettin' off shots now just a few here Sounded like firecrackers durin' Chinese new years Bolo's big as a truck I don't know how they miss him But they got so close the bullet stay there and kissed 'em Grab the suitcase threw a table at the goons Jump out a shattered window not a moment too soon The thugs follow and he sprayed up his ride Cut up from the glass but he made it alive Now he's back at the crib frankly they say at least He was just being chased by thugs and the police Countin' his dough sittin' on the couch' in Two shots to the back of the head now he slouch' in Fom tried to get him at the spot, couldn't then So he paid his baby ma' 50 Gs' to let him in Damn [Hook 2X]

Frienemies

JIM JONES "Pray IV Reign"
This shit is fucked up 'cause some niggas call it tough love It's crazy 'cause you might know a nigga all your life And he got a twisted alterier motive And he just wanna see you do bad See a smile on your face all day So he just acting like your friend when he is really your enemy Or your best friend can become your enemy Through the, through the the jealousy so we call those frienemies Knew him since a child, played cops and robbers My best partner grew up to be monsters Stayed in my crib, ate out my fridge We was on a grind, even wore the same clothes My brother, fucked the same hoes His beef was mine, even had the same foe We was inseparable, joined at the hip I let you get the checks, I kept the joints on the hit And what happened, the sneaky hating Niggas in your ear and a plan deviating Snakes in the grass just waiting for the moment Niggaz on your team and they're really your opponent Play the game and you know goes booments Mama said friends come by the dozen Know I'm feeling for their guns when I hug em' I hate them from a close, from a distance I could love em' Frienemies, frienemies The ones you kept close, the ones you love the most Frienemies You know who you kiss, you know who you lift This shit is getting scary Frenemies, frienemies The ones you kept secret, you had plans to make it Frienemies You can smell the danger Over the money best friends become strangers Bailed you out of jail, wait, let me backtrack First you came home then I got your ass a deal Fresh out the can, signed a quarter mill Running through the paper, buying copes and popping pills Money got low, you started acting ill You grew desperation, once again you got nailed Someone got killed, conspiracy And even still I bailed you out of jail Without me you would be facing in a pale But who knew dis, you would be Judas But in the process flew you in the world Put diamonds on your neck like you was my little girl Put money in your pocket like you was my son Su Food in your stomach like you was my son Pooh The streets talk, heard you partnered Tru Now you talkin' shit like you really wanna do it A will-wack the type that deceive you Your mama should have told you never bite the hand that feed you Caught me off guard, I met you through my man I let my guards down and accepted you as fam Told you get a chair, let you eat at the table Never thought that he would be ungrateful But guess what, I own the pub and the label So if a nigga feeling itchy, I got killers on the paper Frienemies, frienemies The ones you kept close, the ones you love the most Frienemies You know who you kiss, you know who you lift This shit is getting scary Frenemies, frienemies The ones you kept secret, you had plans to make it Frienemies You can smell the danger Over the money best friends become strangers Hope y'all paying attention, keep y'all eyes open Hope I ain't wasting my breathe About this shit that I'm talking about 'cause it's so real You gotta watch these niggas around you 'Cause you never know whose who now a days And all of our love we be showing They might not be showing the same type of love back Matter of fact they might not be in there for your best interest See an alterier motive is hard to see when You've known a person for so long Or you've became a custom to their ways But you gotta stay on fifty, you gotta stay on fifty 'Cause you got some people that think like If niggas is moving fast like that then karma will get em' But sometimes karma don't come around fast enough To handle the situation But sometimes for us to learn a lesson we go way to far Then the consequences become way too heavy That's what I'm trying to let learn from experience And please don't be naive to the fact that the nigga next to you Could be the nigga that set you up for failure or even kill you You know how the game go and you gotta watch these bitches These trifilling bitches, man, they set you up for failure too You know, they're in there for the money, man, gold digging bitches It's a fucked up world but you probably won't even get a chance You know, might put you up in a gang Frienemies

Money Makes The World Go Round

AZ "Legendary"
Hey hey hey hey, hey! Hey! Hey hey hey hey, hey! [Verse 1:] Peter paid Paul, prosecuter's case fall Trial not needed, tell that loudmouth beat it Now niggas see it chea! Bow to the cement Back on the lamb like Shazam here I am Killa like Cam, got gorillas on the land Stop if you ain't got a million in your hand Pissing in your pants cause they let a nigga free Want to say a little grants then just let a nigga be Low sweaters with the V's, thick alls with the moccs Down in D.C. cause them doors don't lock Love get shown, that's right a nigga home Fresh on the land, SL in the plans Please understand it's a few years lost Recession ain't fierce, still new gear costs Whose here's boss? Can we talk it on another note Of course about the motherload cause I ain't trying to cut a throat [Chorus:] Money makes the world go round, I know your lowdown So fly tiptoe through the town, tear the clubs up Money makes the world go round, I know your lowdown So fly tiptoe through the town, tear the clubs up Money makes the world go round, I know your lowdown So fly tiptoe through the town, tear the clubs up Money makes the world go round, I know your lowdown So fly tiptoe through the town, tear the clubs up [Verse 2:] Konvict Muzik, Bad Boy baller Cash Money millionaire, Roc-a-fella spoiler Black Wall Streets where the Bravehearts be G's in my Unit keep my Terror Squad deep Dipset, D-Block, Quiet Money shit Hustle hard, Grand Hustle homey ain't no funny shit Fuck the police, I'm Disturbin' tha Peace Murda Ink on the sheets, just confirming the beef Mos Def, rocking Talib niggas in their cribs Swizz Beat niggas down, get the land on their ribs For Real/Pharrell, niggas front until the Doctor got to Dre them The truth from The Roots, let my shooters Andre them 3000 shots from the Big Boi glock It's Ludacris shit, but my CBs don't miss OG Suge, I'm a Ice-T nigga Up to no good, a Pisces swigger I Cap a nigga Corn with the Gemini sag A Scorp with some horns, got A-quarius swag Corpse get embalmed, district peel them out the bag then Place them in a tux and face them straight up Drove to the sky, I'm supposed to be fly Fresh head to toe, I'm a let a nigga know [Chorus:] Money makes the world go round, I know your lowdown So fly tiptoe through the town, tear the clubs up Money makes the world go round, I know your lowdown So fly tiptoe through the town, tear the clubs up Money makes the world go round, I know your lowdown So fly tiptoe through the town, tear the clubs up Money makes the world go round, I know your lowdown So fly tiptoe through the town, tear the clubs up

Blood Of The Goat

ACTION BRONSON "Rare Chandeliers"
[Hook - Action Bronson & Big Twin x2:] Grimy cats, keep 'em out of my peripheral Caught you snitchin' too, dog I'm liftin' you Off your feet like my daughter at the park Don't cross the border cause it's slaughter after dark [Verse 1 - Action Bronson:] My life is inches from death, smoke a spliff on the step When my shorty see the cops the drugs she boof in a sec Ain't no games played this real life, we struggle and fight Early morning with the money, we don't hustle at night Aim my arm out the window, then I rock you to bed One shot will knock the carpet off the top of your head Catch the shark, skin the shark, hang the shark in the shed Everything dinner got the marvelous spread, you feel me Dabble in truffles, Sauvignon Blancs, simmer the mussels Nothing ever ripped from my neck during a tussle I'm Bolo Yeung, I'm Lecter with the muzzle Injector of the deck of placin' sectors in the puzzle Roses growin' from the cracks in the concrete Palm Beach, palm trees shining like diamantes Well step aside because you're playin' yourself I'm gettin' money while you stay on the shelf, just like a statuette [Hook] [Verse 2 - Sean Price:] When Ben Chavis submitted to the will of Allah I gun-butted your grill, in Deville/the Ville with your mom Sean, all praise is due to The best rapper the rest of you rappers are doodoo Got a way with distributin' bars Inquisitive gibberish nigga the Wizard of Oz, P! Nobody can rap better than S-E-A-N P, fuck it I'm letterman Kevin Madison flow Have your motherfuckin brethren mad at the flow Don't be mad at him pa Unbreakable flow, adamantium bars I am a fuckin' superhero Top 5 dead or alive you just a stupid zero I am the best rapper out Best rapper, sket clapper in the mouth Shut the fuck up [Hook]

Young G's Perspective

JUNIOR M.A.F.I.A.
Biggie's Talking intro Repeat 6x Mafioso Little Ceas: How you figure that your team can affect my cream Gold and platinum. Black since I stepped on the scene Kn I mean. Peep the scene: Jacoooze full of women. She hittin me and him and him much love like wembelton While niggaz screamin killa I'm overseas in my villa Wit my masseuse struttin illa frank switch the plan. Cock the Lexus Lan See cutta, Rockafella 4 hundreds and betta Little Ceas push threes with fives in his eyes not that I'm gon cry for Mary Blige I die for my niggaz packin steel Chicken heads with sex appeal reveal sexual acts up in Capone's Ac The Chocolate Dime watch the Mafia shine -unh Girls git your own, can't touch a dime of mine Biggie And if you don't stop, then we won't stop Continuously to git (git money) You can be as good as the best of them but as bad as the worst so don't test me (get money) You better move over (get money) Little Kim: Big Momma, keys in Tiawana Some call me Donna Karan or Armani Gats for the poonani For brown nose pussy crushers Cap peelin others. Ignorant muthafuckas. Drive a Benz or Miata. This honey's got a sweet peniata. Six shotta Little Kim the Black Erika Caine -in Who remains in Chanel frames and Animals of all kind. Russian Fendi sables with matchin pool tables Read the Label - MAFIA Admirin my shoes by Gucci I be eatin sushi, playin with my coochi Countin lucci. Nigga I got banks to rob Convertable Saabs. I'm married to the mob Biggie Biggie Smalls: Frank White the desperado Used to rock the all black Movado The all black Eldorado. All that and a bottle of Don P Niggaz can't harm me, I keep the army. Is Brooklyn in the house? - Without a doubt I'm the rapper with clout everybody yap about check it out: guns I bust em Problems with my wife: don't discuss em Coups and lier jets I lust them Finger prints I dust them. Recent address Stuck you for your stash in your pissy mattress Your mom's a actress. Didn't wanna show me the thing It's okay, she was old anyway. I display Hot 97 rhyme ready. Cocked Mac-11, line steady. Like Tevin Campbell I'm ready to do what I do Continuously to git You can be as good as the best of them...

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