Loveleen

Money, bitches, hoes

Greed, pussy, lord knows

Money, bitches, hoes

Greed, pussy, lord knows

Money, bitches, hoes

Greed, pussy, lord knows

Money, bitches, hoes

Greed, pussy, lord knows

Snake's up in the grass, fake Gucci on her hip

The product of a warrior, the kids ran riots

While the black kid rapped

And a story of a city and the hatred for the piggies

Fuels fire in the bones was always proun to see the spliffy

Another young boy in a grave

With his picture on my shirt

Rest in peace, and may you lay

Lay up in the heavens sippin' henny

Smiling at the city and your son who cries daddy (daddy)

We'll never get to see him be a king

But I promise I'll bless him with the money that I win

He's even got that same fucking smile

And laughs when I piss, and fucking sing about how

He once stole a truck and got arrested in the town

To the sounds of the pigs, (get on the ground)

92 got 'em so I'm getting them again

Black militant, back up on my 92 shit

Pants saggin' niggaritus, - with a 92 bitch

Born in 93, one double nine three

93, pre-milluminum a little bumble bee

See me, I mean, I was a warrior

One a mission, was running and fucking gunnin'

And shooting my own decisions

Black, sell a fucking ounce of crack

Momma said to give it back, money over honey's

But the dream was to fucking rap

Walk around the city, looking pretty, but we're city rats

The intuiton, my 'tuition was the streets

Junkies sucking glass dicks, baby's trying to eat

Then dranal came along and sent a beat

Hip-hop fucking history

Sipping guinness, fire flaming predicaments

Snatching a purse, to feed a habit drugs were prevalant

But the prevalence of heaven just a stain

On its relevance, momma said to get em

So I

Money, bitches, hoes

Greed, pussy, lord knows

Money, bitches, hoes

Greed, pussy, lord knows

Money, bitches, hoes

Greed, pussy, lord knows

Money, bitches, hoes

Greed, pussy, lord knows