Ol' Dirty Bastard - Make This Money, Take This Money lyrics

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Ol' Dirty Bastard - Make This Money, Take This Money lyrics

[Intro: Ol' Dirty ba*tard, (I-Born)] KnowI'msayin? (U.K.) You know what the f** time it is! KnowI'msayin? These the Brooklyn Zu motherf**ers! You know who the f** this is! It's the Dirt Dog and I represent all this sh**! Motherf**ers! KnowI'msayin? I hold all this sh** the f** down! KnowI'msayin? Anybody got any motherf**in problems?!? You see me n***a, motherf**er! [Hook 4X: I-Born *in background of intro*] Raise drama, spark war I keep the gat singin, slug love We go through nuff slang [Chorus x.25: Ol' Dirty ba*tard] We gonna make this money and take this money! Make this money and take this money! Make this money and take this money! Make this money and take this money! [I-Born] What the f** was on these n***as mind? Buzzer be the crunch time, cuts feelin like ice grillers Stalk the gat, carbon spark, talk burners Mic murder fiends, dangerous strangers Red beam dot, hoes return, rapid fire when the po' lick shot Spit where the wigs top, get got, hot Roof top marksman, heat hittin, grapevine, listen Charles Lee, great ski thought, just because f** jake, inter-state, D takes he, judge street Court, king sees thought, lot of life trife Complete, dirty life, dirty dirty dirty beef Servin worthy streets, holdin holster heat for chaos Mega-bu*terfly, wings crawler, dust strong, cut strong Get 'em all, f**in with teflon [Shyheim] f**in with me? The God have handicap plates Arrogant, I'm like a pimple I come all out my face Thug thesbian, yo semi the Shy hold two heats I'm like the ASPCA, I put dogs to sleep Ten cars deep plus three limos and a hurse All because he was a Sprite kid obeyin his thirst Keep him runnin like adrenaline, I could smoke a hundred men And when he go to Heaven, who'll k** him again? Ask anybody in my hood, they could a ref cuz I'm bad I died once, escape my second life sentence [Chorus] [ShaCronz] I play the four-fifth of this outfit Cronz 'bout it, 'bout it, for dough I live f*ggots off the streets when it's crowded Master breath control, make the d**h toll rise Stress calls in pies, watch the Lex go by Baby brown Wallabees, spray towns into policy Bugged, not anthropology, watch the world acknowledge me Cronz Dada, went from zero to Don When I'm done bustin, the whole police hero respond [12 O'Clock] n***a know my steez, so I jet to D.C Chromed down M3, n***a that play B.E.T John Clair, why these f*ggot a** n***as stare? Don't they know my man carry the big bear? He don't care They say he hold n***a's fruit like pear, p**y come here Let me whisper in your ear, I make your click disappear I play the wizard, bring blizzards Fo'-fo' heavy when I lift it, Puffy sh** I diss it [Chorus]

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