Bushwick Bill - Copper To Cash lyrics

[VERSE 1] Money, money, money, muthaf**in green Reach inside my pocket, I don't feel it, and I wanna scream n***a, give it up, cause I want every penny in your pocket And your a** is goin down if you tell me you ain't got it I gotta make a profit in that Nickel Ward Cause I ain't with bein broke and times are gettin hard I pull the gat and hit the boulevard huntin for a victim Catch him slippin, pop the clip in, and then I get him When in mama's womb I was doomed, destined for poverty And no n***a in the ghetto about to win a lottery So what does it bother me to knock a n***a off? I'm educated, in a robbery, b**h, I'm the boss Mr. Lawman is quick to call this action a crime Because they can't tax robbery, they don't get a dime Everything'd be fine if I was working 9 to 5 But I can't get that kinda job, I ain't 5 ft. high Since they don't realize that my size ain't sh** I'm gonna gaffle em and baffle em until my bank gets To the maximum, I get the gat then i'm after them fast Goin for bad, goin from copper to cash Some people will try to jack you Some people will even k** you So give it to em, y'all [VERSE 2] When I started writin lyrics it was like a religion to me Cause when I seen the mic, you're f**in right, I was kickin it, gee Knew that it was somethin that was gonna last a lifetime When I pushed my homework aside so I could write rhymes I sat in cla** hypnotized, my mind in a daze Pretendin Bushwick Bill rippin up a stage But back in the days Little Bill was soft as jello And hard work pays, now I'm the hardest muthaf**a in the ghetto I a**ured I got the rhymes that was popular at times But I hadn't got my name on the dotted line I couldn't pay the dime, mama worked parttime It made me so mad, I sat down and wrote hard rhymes I??? cause I couldn't pay the fee Then my boy gave me a ki, in a week I made a g Pretty soon I was laughin in a mansion makin profits Puttin half in the bank, keepin half in my pockets Cops were hopin, cops were hopin they could get me net They be promoted to a captain for the big arrest I wasn't slippin, I was givin the blues the blues Cause I refused to lose, I grabbed the booze and cruised Up the avenue, laughin at the people in school Cause they broke as a muthaf**a talkin bout a golden rule You're sayin I'm a fool for droppin out I'm makin millions, well daddy, what you're talkin bout? I remember scrapin up pennies for the 4-double oz's Now my refigerator's full of Olde E I used to only rap on the schoolyard Now I'm in the studio droppin lyrics too hard I took the road to the riches in a dash Left my competators at last, they run from copper to cash Some people will try to jack you Some people will even k** you So give it to em, y'all [VERSE 3] A lotta people didn't think that it could happen They all started laughin when I told em I'd be rappin But now I'm cashin in big checks from the Rap-A-Lot Bill's gettin paid, now it's my turn to laugh a lot I live the life that a lotta n***as dream of I sit back and smoke cess in a steam tub I got b**hes and b**hes and b**hes and b**hes And more b**hes on my dick, they like the size of my pockets But I ain't cuttin for a stinky piece of pearl tongue She makes a move for my wallet, and the girl's hung Cause when you're broke, you're a joke, but when you get cash Them muthaf**in stink hoes want half So all of you funky-a** hoes can kiss My Geto-Boy-midget-mind-of-a-lunatic- f**-a-war-can't-be-stopped-size-ain't-sh**- Other-level-rap-a-lot-copper-to-cash-dick But if you just wanna f** me Yeah aight, aight, you can s** a n***a's Chuckie Some people will try to jack you Some people will even k** you So give it to em, y'all