FellowMan - That Money (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: R.U.N.T.215th] Money. In the hands of the righteous, it's a beautiful thing. But in the hands of the corrupt, it's the root of all evil! [Verse 1: R.U.N.T.215th] People, they lie for it, they die for it To get a loan, some they go apply for it Sign their life away on the dotted line for it In the past, people committed murder crimes for it Thug rappers be spitting that murder rhyme for it Trying to get you ga**ed off them chains they sported Then you looking at them like, "Yo, I can't afford it!" While they steady flossing, trying to leave your brain distorted It's that money! It's that wealth they can't handle Don't let them cats play you like a downloaded sample Soon they're gonna self-destruct, implode, and dismantle They're never repping Hiphop with a positive example While homeless people walk the streets and panhandle We walk around in hundred-dollar jeans, sneaks and sandals While others view Hiphop as a fad or novelty I'mma inspire the poor, lift them out of poverty Each one reach one, that's what it's gotta be Not just grab the mics, rip them for their f**ing dollar fee Them stacks, that roll, that dough Can purchase new whips, mad gleam, plus hoes Money can also mislead weak souls When people k** for money, the prison rate grows Money leave your progress froze, it can put your life on hold Money leave your dignity sold I won't be ruled by the capital code Won't let my people fold to that corrupt oil and gold [Hook] It's that money--the almighty dollar! [x4] Yo, on the back it reads "In God We Trust," We've been worshiping that green, but to God we hush Some work hard for the cash, never having enough Some get dirty for that green, it's that cream they lust It's that money--the almighty dollar! [x4] [Verse 2: Fellowman] Ay yo it's that money, that close your eyes, turn your back money That turn a friend into a rat money That anybody act funny get clapped money That now your name's on the tax roll, now you're trapped, money Once you're hooked you're a fool for the paper Wu-Tang's still yelling "cash rules," millions later It change people when they start making big chips Good-hearted poor man turn into a rich prick I've seen it happen, we've all seen it go down I spit it out 'cuz it's too bitter to choke down That same dollar that you're cramming down my throat now Missed New Orleans on its way to bail out Motown Student loans' a catastrophe, as for me If I'm jaded halfway to a Masters degree I'm on paper for life The paper chase caught up, and I'm paying the price, plus interest [Hook]