Canibus - Blacktop Stock and Word Bond lyrics

[Intro] {​​​​​Sample: Money, money (4x) }​​​​​ [Verse 1: M-Eighty] Let's take it back to the blacktop Mags on le Donna When the boom box hittin' bong I play your position Know the ledge got some juice now 40 ounce get loose now Holler at some crazies That believes the other crew's sound stealing Gold chillin heads up to the ceilin' Constantly revealin' hip hop Will ya stealin' Through the veins and the buzz stream the goat scream Enough cream gunnin' [ ] For a million, keep 'em comin Back for more, reservoir dog raw With the raw bagged up under the floorboards Pure uncut dope, unmarked bills Bad gold cables and the [ ] grills Drop top Mercedes with the shiny chrome rims See hip hop was even bling bling back then Don't think for one point materialism's new Just because you ain't acknowledge the old school True I'm livin' understand every [ ] a livin' Gave birth to a wizard, [ ] On a mission goin day by day While we hood I'm God playin' , play by play Now pray [Hook] {​​​​​Pull out your money Pull out your cut Money, b**hes, cars, clothes and weed (Money, money) Even if I fail I land on a bunch of money}​​​​​ [Hook] {​​​​​Pull out your money Pull out your cut Money, b**hes, cars, clothes and weed (Money, money) Even if I fail I land on a bunch of money}​​​​​ [Verse 2: Planet Asia] Guns and d** and thugs hold it down in the slums Smuggling crumbs Dope bodies is some We might beat you Got goons all over Sober and bloody Running now, soldiers is cunning Moody was stubborn Even pull a two on each other Lay your house flat Leave with your cheese from your mousetrap Then ride out back to the hideout where we count stacks Papered up Fresh out the barber shop Tapered up Hoes used to front on 'em but now they all [?] up Cake is us This is good cush, take a puff Must I remind you need a grinder just to break it up Back to the murder plot Heard he got robbed, and flossers lied Same night you heard he got got A boss he was not Cross me and it's off with your top Rock you with cops and trespa**in' And lockin' your blocks [Hook x2] [Verse 3: Masta k**a] My woe winning life style Never smile much Nothing personal it's how we grew up Ghetto life, city lights Corner hustlers who trying to escape it Street violence where the weak won't make it Recognizing life is real and currency is needed But it gets taken if you can't defend it Early manhood fast lane Slinging c**aine to make your ends meet Mother weak younger song layin in the streets Beat the murder charge acquitted Bounce to the next state where they're rockin Bank stoppin everything Heard him singin, contract on his head Like Tommy Wink for real [Hook x2] [Verse 4: Cappadonna] Whether I'm rich or poor I'ma still want more I've been tryin' to maintain but I'm still hardcore I be in the streets all day 4 in the morning See these all the time I'm ignoring the warning I'm a hustle hard n***a You can hear my holler Used to be into madness yeah I came from under I'm a project zero nights and all that fly sh** Plus I get it free I don't always gotta buy it f** ya'll n***as ya don't even gotta try it I'm Mountain AC I feel like I'm retired I'm a family man now And now I'm the wisest I don't play no games I keep my eye on the misers Little children take notice Little n***as take note Real n***as get paid but never end up in state clothes [Hook x2] [Verse 5: Canibus] There are no words to describe what I see with my eyes They brains are fried They just be believin' the lies They locked up inside the law Always talkin' bout they hardcore n***a you ain t even inside cyber secure Til I bust down your door with a 44 inch chainsaw Force your jaw, pitch like a claymore I don't give a fat rat's a** About the price of that gas I'm already strapped for cash Lake Placid swamp gator habitat Canibus Brad Pitt World War C bugout bag kiss Capricorn Asian pa** M-Eighty in the Situation Room talking to the top bra** 50 magnification 100 millimeters lookin at the space stations Workin' out the equations Sinkhole black hole bubblin' Cajun Tough as the raven My jumbo gumbo gumbo taste it Nothing can save him, face it You s**ers wasted Soldiers sold Now you havin' trouble with the payments La lay loo lay lo with Lupe's laces Ain't no little geegaws uncreate my creations That's why I keep pace with Energies beyond my displacement Hopin' to give faith to the faithless 20 gold shillings with the illest of the Almighty siblings In the village organizing the pillage n***as