(featuring Raekwon The Chef)
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[Sticky Fingaz]
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Twas the night before twistmas
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And all through the house
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We had guns and money around
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Layin' on the couch
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Was dressed with black jewelry this time
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Mmmmmm, c'mon
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[Sticky Fingaz]
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Everybody want me, I created thieves
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Why I'm almost as important as the air you breathe
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I been through hard times, when it wasn't enough for me
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Stick a weak kid'll have you livin' in luxury
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I'm the reason niggas sellin' drugs to fiends
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I'm the reason Mr. Simpson got off clean
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I'm the reason some parents gotta bury they kids
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And I'm the reason why your cousin on the run from feds
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I've been through customs, borders
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I've been handled by authorities
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Drove people crazy when they couldn't see more of me
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I've been saved, I've been buried alive
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Say my name enough and any nigga testify
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Who you think lead that whole seller ass that time
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All by myself, I created black on black crime
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I'm America's most, I'm tadded up with Ghostt
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Even my hand got big, from net to gross
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I'm emotionless, yet I breathe jealousy and envy
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People kill for me or die to defend me
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But in the end am I really worth the sun
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Rich people make me work for them
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And poor people work for me
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Who am I? Nigga I'm money
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Who am I? Nigga I'm money
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[Hook - Raekwon the Chef]
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See the gun wound, went down for you
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Who ran up in the house, duke
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Caught one from he and for who
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When niggas was ready to murder me
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You stayed up in the crib, like a bitch
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Lookin' ill, and it's lurkin' me (for who?)
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I got stabbed for you
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Yo, shot up the ass for you
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Should stop blowin' the cabs for you (for who?)
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Chill, some niggas called crabs for you
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Holdin' them garbage bags for you
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Ill, blowin them hags for you
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[Sticky Fingaz]
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I resort to evil, I don't grow on trees
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I'm called by different names, chips, scrilla, cream
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And I'm always green whether dirty or clean (Wooooeeee!)
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Gettin' ya hands on me is the American dream
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I'm more powerful than God, or Razale
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Cause when you pray to God nigga, you pray for me
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I'm an exchange hand to hand, with heavy weapontry
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This one couple fucked on me, and slept on me
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Up in the dice games niggas stepped on me
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Bet on me, couldn't pay, bled on me
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I enslaved populations, and controled masses
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I come in all forms, coins, paper, plastic
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Even credit, I owe you
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You work for me nigga, I own you
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If you are smart, you make me work for you
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All ya life you try and get me and it's hurtin' you
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[Hook - Raekwon the Chef]
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[Sticky Fingaz]
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If you had a million of me, what would you do with me yo?
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Would you blow me in a month and have nothin' to show
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Or would you invest in me and watch me grow
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Take me to the streets and flip me from, do' to sto' to do'
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I underseen things I wish I hadn't seen
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I came between loved ones and families
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A nigga kill his old man to get his hands on me
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Got secret ensciptions, examine me
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Wanna find me, the bank machine is where I be
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And showed 'em to a hundred grand, F.D.I.C.
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I'm more notorious than the B.I.G.
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I'm so money, who don't wanna be like me
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[Hook - Raekwon the Chef] 2x
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Money Talks
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