I'm peelin off domes with a baseball bat
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Forty-four Magnum, choice of gat
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Mercury tip fillin up my clip
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I can shoot him in the dome or I can get him in the hip
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but boom, look at all the niggaz runnin out the room
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Just another soldier, causin doom
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No I don't bang but I like to wound... my enemy
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Who is the enemy, I'm glad you asked
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Any motherfucker standin in my path
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Got a Bentley Turbo, now you wanna jack
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but remember, Mack Daddy is strapped
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And when you're platinum, niggaz start dissin
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Record companies think you're missin
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But I'm back *clap clap (gunfire)*
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I'm back *clap clap (gunfire)*
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I'm back and I got a bigger gat *click BOOM*
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Now the positive rhymes is onnnn
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And I'm positively hittin that dome
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You might want mine but you can't get mine
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Rather put a hot nine right up in your behind
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I'm not the nigga that you wanna recoup
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And I don't wear a Giorgio suit
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but I'm down for my business so please don't step
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You heard about my lawfirm's rep, I check my bank
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Chorus: DJ Punisher and Sir Mix-a-Lot
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"Cash money, cash-cash.. money""Boom! Here I am, rich"
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Checkin my bank
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"Cash money, cash-cash.. money""Boom! Here I am, rich"
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AhhhI checks my bank
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"Cash money, cash-cash.. money""Boom! Here I am, rich"
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Straight checkin my bank
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"Cash money, cash-cash-cash-cash.... cash money"
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In the magazine I look like a dope man
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cause I'm paid, and I'm suckin up to no man
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And in the rap game I gets no respect
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cause I'm checkin more bank than the Heat check
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Yeah I'm a pimp and my hoe is the system
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Uncle Sam might think I just dissed him
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But nah I'm just pumpin straight facts
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You either be a mack, or you get macked
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Some of the jealous wanna roll on the boss
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But this HK's keepin em tossed
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Cause I duck them deuce deuce treys at point blank range
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*automatic gunfire* Attitudes get changed
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I'm about making these dividends
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and every motherfucker ain't my friend
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And I check my back when I count my snaps
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And niggaz that snatch get slapped
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Girls wanna roll, that's cool
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but I'm not to be played that fool
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Some niggaz think a brother with money is slippin
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but I've be down, so quit trippin
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My goal, to increase the size of this bank
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I hold, and bring up the brothers whose down
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to roll, and keep all the shit under my control
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That's how I'm livin, I check my bank
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Chorus: DJ Punisher
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"Cash money, cash-cash.. money"
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"Clockin more dollars than Chase Manhattan"
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*repeat 2X*
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I check my bank *DJ Punisher starts scratch*
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C'mon Punish!"Cash money"
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A word to the cops, I can't be stopped
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A word to my enemies, I don't drop props
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A word to the Klan, I don't pick crops
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You can run up with your whip but you'll just run up and get popped
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A word to the Tipper, rap won't fall
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A word to the bourgeoise, fuck all y'all
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A word to Apartheid you bouts to fall
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You can kill a couple brothers but you'll never get us all
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Straight laced game's what I'm poppin at the new jacks
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Mack Daddy niggaz like to snatch fat sacks
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I used to be nice with my rhymes, and now I drop dimes
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*Beastie Boys scratch "What's the time?"*
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It's time to get paid in the nine-two G
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Recession never stopped a nigga like me
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I'm breakin no laws but I'm livin on edge
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Puttin CEO's to bed
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Business, straight yankin in dead presidents
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It's like sellin dope, but the money ain't bent
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The game is stiff, but I'ma get mine
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My set is a dollar sign, I check my bank
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Yup, checkin my bank, fool, ha ha
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Yup, I check my bank, sheeit
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Straight checkin my bank
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C'mon Punish! *DJ Punisher starts scratchin*
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Punish em! Punish em!
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Show these DJ's what time it is Punish
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Peace out y'all, and I'm checkin my bank
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I checks my bank
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I checks my bank, straight paid clown
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Checkin my bank
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I checks my bank!
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I Check My Bank
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| Sir Mix-A-Lot |
