| Man, I gotta get this damn money, man
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| Nah, man I can’t take this, this time, straight up man
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| (Yup! Elephant Man, that’s Killah Priest
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| I dedicate this one for the thugs on the streets
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| America, you know for the poor, we moan and me weep
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| That’s me, come on!) Cat gotta do what I gotta do
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| Whatever way I could, youknowhatImean? |
| Yo
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| Look, my cash nope, baby cryin'
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| Had enough, I grabbed my iron
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| Call up the crew, is what you do
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| Be at my spot, around two
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| Oh yeah, bring some guns, bring some ass
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| I got a way, we can make some cash
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| My woman beefin', my momma sick
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| If I don’t get it, look, I’mma flip
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| The doorbell ring, exchange some slang
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| We laughed a little, y’all got them things
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| Okay thanks, now look here’s the plan
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| Hold up, Priest, yo, whose your man?
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| Oh him? |
| That’s, my man Sharod
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| Don’t worry about him, that’s the God
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| He specializes in, gun firin'
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| Pickin' locks and, ditchin' cops
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| And robberies, goes on, robbin' sprees
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| He’s the, he’s the man, here’s the plan
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| Remember the bank, we met at before
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| Well, he headed back to make a withdrawel
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| It’s about to be a robbery (damn right, I’mma get it)
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| It’s about to be a robbery (damn right, I’mma get it)
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| We about to catch a body (damn right, I’mma get it)
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| We about to catch a body (damn right, I’mma get it)
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| Take the cash, take the dough like my nigga Robin Hood
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| Then me take the money, buy a big house in the Hollywood
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| It’s tally good, rob that nigga, be and say all good
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| Give back to the project, cuz we should
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| Eighteen, forty like, he met thee, only we make the money
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| We pilot off, pilot off, been at the bank, we not the money
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| We not bummy, roll 'em tree, I’m not funny
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| We climb it, y’all no homey, give thanks
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| Show me a car ruff, where we walk, the money that we make
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| Man off the chauffeur, not until we gettin' it
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| Know people, bilingual, we not to run we life, we wreck
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| The only thing can top off, knowin' our thing is our debt
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| And my friend, Killah Priest, don’t own a private jet
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| Because of friend, those and thousand
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| Droop it, that told me write rhyme, me write check
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| You not like, Killah Priest and the Elephant Man, come on!
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| Told the teller, feel the bags
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| Had the mack, pointin' at the glass
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| Hurry up, you’re movin' slow
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| Time is money and I got to go
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| Grab the bags, head for the door
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| Backin' out, clutchin' the dog
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| We heard sirens, dashed to the ride
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| Any cop we see, open fire
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| Cop car, swung around the block
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| My man Rock, opened up shots
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| My homey Lace, real nutty case
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| Said let’s get it on, fuck a chase
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| Women screamin', grabbin' they kids
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| My homey Lace, flashin' the shit
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| Laughin' and shit, homey is sick
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| Look at Sharod, said let’s go
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| Four desperadoes, holdin' the dough
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| Make a left, yo, make a right
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| Head straight, though, watch those lights
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| We’re in the hideout, laughin' it up
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| Watchin' the news, about the bank we stuck (it's a robbery!)
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| You know! |
| You like an engineer warrior, laser beam carrier
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| We tear on any bank or done broke any barrier
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| Nuclear taxin' like Whitney or Mariah
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| We either come together, one that never ponder
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| Any face the project loss and only cuz he get that
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| Better you felt on the navy, you felt on the army, the undertaker
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| Marine, agile list the, that this one, we be later
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| Killah Priest, boy, I heft it on, yup!
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| You rule it on them, them they know who we are
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| Plus we get the paper, we ready for Jaguar
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| Fly rim or swim, we drive me a car
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| Either you done a movie, or you a movie star
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| You can come again, or you can travel me again
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| Hire like them and then I did it again |