| R.I.P. |
| Pooh Bear, that’s my dead homie
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| Fuck that other shit, hey, let’s get this bread homie
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| Remember when they could catch a charge down in Atlanta
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| They underestimate me cause I’m comin' from Alabama
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| Martin Lee Anderson he ain’t even have a chance
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| They beat him in that boot camp 'til he died in that ambulance
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| That boy was only fifteen years old, fuck what they say he did
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| So tell me how I’m 'posed to feel when police killin' kids?
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| And then we can’t get a job, ridin' we get them pounds
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| If it ain’t that coke then we get that 'dro and break it down
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| See that ice, the dope man paradise
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| Boy better think twice, that dope have you doin' life
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| They tore down the projects, so where we gon' move next?
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| They takin' them food stamps, they stop government checks
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| Hey, money my motivator, my mouth my money maker
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| Naw I don’t see them haters, so let’s go get this paper
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| Yeah when you look at us just think about it, we don’t own nothin'
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| If we get money, we got a lil' few dollars, but our whole family tore up nigga
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| You gettin' money for the people in ya family that ain’t got nothin'
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| When it’s all said and done, what do you own? |
| You don’t own nothin', you
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| Don’t own you… The nigga playin' basketball, he don’t own that jersey,
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| he can’t
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| Even be in a commercial wit' his name on the back, so when it’s really all
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| Said and done, what did you do this for? |
| What difference did you make?
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| You see how the world changin'? |
| Yeah, they left Saddam hangin'
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| Wish they just kill 'em all so now the Middle East they bangin'
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| Preachers in that pulpit, say they teach that bullshit
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| So know how we know it’s bullshit? |
| Same niggas I went to school wit'
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| Grabbin' on yo' nuts and disrespectin' get you merked
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| Them young niggas got pistol grips, they been about they killin' shit
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| But they all some hypocrites, haters they won’t let me be
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| When I come up to them gates, I hope you say you heard of me
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| Now Kendrix Curtis gone, them angels took him home
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| They gave my brother ten years, the system did him wrong
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| Now we convicted felons, because they caught us sellin'
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| And nine times out of ten yo' friend the one who tellin'
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| I wanna go to Heaven, up to that Promised Land
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| I need another chance, I wanna meet that man
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| Money my motivator, my mouth my money maker
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| No I don’t see you haters, so let’s go get this paper
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| Yeah! |
| Surprise niggas! |
| Hey we ??? |
| nigga! |
| Everybody talkin' 'bout they gettin'
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| Money… Y’all niggas ain’t gettin' no muthafuckin' money nigga! |
| I got
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| Millions nigga and I’m still broke nigga cause that ain’t no mutafuckin' money!
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| Y’all playin' right into these muthafuckin' hands… Risk ya life
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| Everyday for some bullshit! |
| Huh nigga? |
| What yo' bank account say nigga?
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| Oh that’s all? |
| Haha!
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| They shippin' them boys off, they fightin' in Iraq
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| It’s soldiers in that war that ain’t never gon' make it back
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| Niggas this the battlefield, fake niggas scream keep it real
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| Yeah yeah, rob, steal, anything to pay them bills
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| Hey nigga times harder, so we grind harder
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| We takin' chances wit' that coke comin' 'cross that water
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| Tryin' to get up out this ghetto life ain’t gotta be this way
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| Them pigs they came and kicked my mama do' in yesterday
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| I prayed a thousand nights, I did a hundred crimes
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| And now I’m beggin' Lord that you don’t let me down this time
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| Money my motivator, my mouth my money maker
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| No I don’t see them haters, so let’s go get this paper
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| Our Father who art in Heaven, Please Lord forgive me for that crack
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| Sellin'… Thou kingdom come, thou will be done, these niggas dumb
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| Yeah nigga gave my brother ten years nigga… what the
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| Fuck you s’posed to do wit' that nigga they gave my uncle twenty years nigga
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| Matter fact they gave my cousin life nigga… I can tell ya how I feel nigga
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| Be on that muthafuckin' stand nigga lookin' the muthafuckin' judge in they
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| Face nigga… and he gon' tell you some stupid shit like «life» nigga
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| They sendin' y’all niggas on vacation nigga 'cross the nation nigga, y’all
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| Niggas caught up in the muthafuckin' hype nigga… Sellin' that white
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| Nigga… I been there, done that nigga Nigga I’m from Mobile nigga they call
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| that
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| Bitch Cotton city nigga, you bring yo' black ass there nigga, you ain’t gon'
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| make it
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| Nigga… You guaranteed to go to muhfuckin' prison bein' black where I’m from
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| Nigga I come from the mutafuckin' impossible nigga Now y’all niggas gotta
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| Deal wit' me nigga I’m here! |
| Zone 4 new muthafuckin' money nigga D Boy Squad
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| Rich Boy! |
| Polow Da Donnnnnnn! |
| Yeah! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Take Money , by - Rich Boy. Song from the album Live From The Streetz, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп