Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Money & Shows, artist - Real Live. Date of issue: 31.05.1996
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Money & Shows |
| The K made the brotherly hit I be enhancing |
| The predator editor wigsplita like Manson |
| Who wanna see if they can bang with me? |
| Ya’ll people ain’t got enough D-O-E |
| As sure as a thousand grams equals a key |
| I be the all metro from the E-A-S-T |
| You got a pistol and scared to pull |
| Your zig-zagging I’m hittin with a barrage of bullets |
| My technique freaks when I speak |
| I do phenomenal feats with astronomical beats |
| I’m certified insane |
| My vocab will stab any rapper in the brain |
| (Hey player what you workin with?) |
| I got four broads they all wanna get hit |
| Plus a fifth of Remy a quarter pound of good shit |
| We off the K’s crib time to split |
| I got a shorty in my scope I’m brown like dope |
| Coming back like good coke I smoke til I choke |
| The pimp with the walk and the talk |
| Cartel from New Jers well connected in New York |
| Freaks I like to fool em punks I like to tool em |
| Before I roll my dice you know a player gotta school em |
| Streetwise dramatical lyrically mathematical |
| I’m mentally equipped I’m in a cage combatical |
| When I stack cream chickens attract like magnets |
| Plus brothers be open and only hit by fragments |
| Of platinum shrapnel I consume the whole room |
| A coliseum I’m turning the joints into my museum |
| Your more mad cos I rated well planned |
| It’s the rap scene was puzzled cos I hit em full blast |
| I got a concept that everybody know |
| Its all about the money and shows so here we go |
| I’ve been official from day 1 I’m stacking my bank son |
| I make the joints for the killers that spray guns |
| And all the shorties running game acting naughty |
| Taking rookies for their stock in every city and every block |
| The stage is set for me to rock |
| Quick sound check the street sweepers on cock |
| Crabs like to test the stretch |
| I got the pearl handled .45 and camouflage vest |
| Stop, think cop a cold drink |
| Kick it with a freak but do your dirt on the sneak |
| Why? |
| Groupies like to tell mad lies |
| Loot is on your mind and I can see it in your eye |
| You ain’t said nothing slick yo |
| You used to play the dime roll now your sweating KNO |
| Cos a player got bagged an shit |
| Ripping up shit and we refuse to quit |