Dirty Money

Say, look here man I'm a rapper, hold up, let me take that back
 I make rap music but that don't mean all a nigga do is rap
 But that don't matter I've been labeled, stigmatized, stereotyped
 There's an entertainment disease worse than cancer, a venereal type
 I spit imperial type game like Digga from the Squad
 But they act like they can't separate a real nigga from the fraud
 Rule number one, never send a boy to fuck a grown ass lady
 And respect the game 'cause the game is known to be gone fast baby
 Now It's a long pass maybe you should try diving for it
 Fools act like they striving for it hit total request live and blow it
 Knowing ain't a giving and nothing is, see all this candy coated
 And bluffing is detrimental to our beautiful black southern kids
 Enough of this man, let's get this here straight like creases
 It's a never ending cycle and motion that never ceases
 It's compresses and releases and for the love of Jesus
 It's breaks the soul, now we forever left to pick up the pieces
 It's dirty money
 Niggas laughing but ain't a damn thing funny
 You gotta have paper in this land of milk and honey
 Yeah, it's bright outside but not necessarily sunny
 And no matter how you make it, it's all dirty money baby
 Niggas laughing but ain't a damn thing funny
 You gotta have paper in this land of milk and honey
 Yeah, it's bright outside but not necessarily sunny
 And no matter how you make it, it's all dirty money baby
 Every drug I sold was for the dirty money
 Most of my niggas is dead because the game is funny
 You could get your life took at the drop of the dime
 But I'ma pimp till the end and keep my money on mind
 Most of my life I've been broke trying to save my bread
 I never ask to be hustling now I watch out for feds
 'Cause niggas be talking and giving up game
 About the cheese, the green, the pills, the coke D's
 I marry my pockets, so now I chase my queen
 Keep a thang for the haters with the red beam
 Every since fifteen I've been a big money fiend
 Sippin' cold codeine and pulling up clean
 Popping up at the spot and dropping the top
 And keep a bad yellow with my dick on rock, uh
 Niggas laughing but ain't a damn thing funny
 You gotta have paper in this land of milk and honey
 Yeah, it's bright outside but not necessarily sunny
 And no matter how you make it, it's all dirty money baby
 You can't get no house, no car
 No weed, no bar, no flash, no show
 No class, no flow, no help, no love
 No liquor, no drug, no clique, no crew
 No tracks to flow to, no pager, no phone
 No flavor, no zone, no fiend, no cut, no wife, no slut
 No name nowhere in the game to get me five
 No nothing without that dirty ass M O N E Y
 Niggas laughing but ain't a damn thing funny
 You gotta have paper in this land of milk and honey
 Yeah, it's bright outside but not necessarily sunny
 And no matter how you make it, it's all dirty money baby
 My momma taught me what the value of a dollar should be
 But everybody I saw balling was rolling selling Ki's
 In the late 80's niggas pulling up on D's
 Putting dick up in these hoes and making 'em pay fees
 Learn how to ride dirty 'cause ain't shit for free
 Then all them niggas got popped that's all I needed to see
 For some the dope game cool 'cause that's all that they could be
 I know God ain't put me down here just to be serving no fiends
 I know God ain't put me down here just to be serving no fiends
 Niggas laughing but ain't a damn thing funny
 You gotta have paper in this land of milk and honey
 Yeah, it's bright outside but not necessarily sunny
 And no matter how you make it, it's all dirty money baby