Gotta get that doe

Yo whattup Pakman

(Aiyyo whattup Bis, I'm waitin for the Rip Off man)

Yo I just wanna know one thing (What's that?)

You ready to get that dough (No doubt)

AIGHT!!

[Chorus: Canibus + Pakman]

We be the rippers that'll bring if you act shady

After we fry you, we puff a blunt and then it's gravy

And you can keep her cuz we don't care about ya lady

Iiiii've gotta get that dough! AIGHT!!

[Canibus]

Aiyyo it's only a handlefull of rap critics

That every had a close-encounter with this rap wizard

You wack rappers can't rip it

In other words your lyrics are to primitive

You need to be more descriptive

Look at the way I flipped it, a True Hollywood Story

I manipulated this miserable music business

Then I caked off two, by going independent

How much you make an album? About ten cents

I make about ten cents, every sentence

It's my third album and I'm workin on my tempence

I don't brag; I'm keep it modest

I'm ain't hot; I'm the hottest

I'm not being pompus, I went through a process

I used to be a prophit, now I make profits

You sound like garbage, one of these days you gon' end up jobless

Pushin a shoppin cart with the same Cristal bottles

you was drinkin out of when shit was poppin

I seen a episode on VH1 Documents

They talked about your drug addiction and what was behind it

The bottom line is, how much you sold

No one gives a fuck if you blow, you gotta get that dough

I'm tired of niggaz talkin about it, but I can't live without it

I'm stuck if I ain't got it, so what's the logic?

Should I talk about material objects, and get on some

"How you like me now bitch," wearing a shiny outfit?

(Nah Bis, don't do that come on) Yeah, I know, I know

But no matter what I do I'ma get that dough, fo' sho'!

[Chorus] 2x

[Pakman]

When I get at you niggaz, ain't nuttin personal I gotta

Everything you spit, I'm predictin it's double copper

You the type of nigga to force a nigga to rock ya

Always got ya'self up in the middle of the drama

Frontin for nothin cuz ya niggaz told me you pussy

Need to get smarter and try to holler at the rookies

Fuck with Canibus & Pak and get that ass a coffin

FUCK what you thinkin faggot, we rippin niggaz open

Now is a new day and we be focused on the paper

Still'll get in you but the feeling for dough is greater

Piling with hate and you need to holler at the maker

If you don't do it now, then you gotta face it later

Don't even think about tryna dim a nigga shinin

You gon' fuck around and get slapped up with the iron

Everything we do is connected with gettin paper

And you ain't talk about it, so nigga I'll see you later

[Chorus] 2x

[Canibus]

If ya know where ya comin from, ya know where ya goin

I wouldn't doubt myself, not even for a moment

I'm proud of my music cuz it's dope and I wrote it

True Hollywood Stories opens in October

Directed by none other than Canibus for a coper

It's no stoppin me, my commodity is growin

I'll fly anywhere on this planet to promote it

Maybe I should come out with my own line of clothing

I printed up some Canibus shirts and I sold 'em

I jump on stage, and I prove I'm a showman

Can-I-Bus is a microphone omen

I slam it when I'm done to make sure that it's broken

The industry's sick, man I'm already knowin

Never had the luxury to choose, I was chosen

Where I come from, opportunity is golden

Platinum I already sold it, NO SHIT!!

[Chorus] 2x