Prime Suspects - Money Makes... lyrics

[Uzi talkin'] Prime Suspects, Kane & Abel, Silkk The shocker about that money Chorus: Uzi & (Kane & Abel) Money Makes a n***a do some strange thangs (I admit) Over change, n***as lose they brains (ain't that some sh**) If you got it when then n***as hungry brah (what, what) Keep your Glock co*ked & your eyes up on ya stuff (ya heard me) [Reapeat] [Uzi] Just remember it takes a b**h to play wit a real a real n***a Glock knockin' 'em while they chop 'em down for figures While money makes a n***a do some strange thangs, I admit Over change, n***as lose they brains, ain't that some sh** Come equipped as we still quick in tha Lands n***as get dealt wit in his back while shakin' hands While plans get spoiled by n***as want furl trips Rather they snort, bang, or either sell tha sh** I hold my dick & let my nuts sag n***as act bad behind tha cash actin' like it last forever Any kind of weather n***a get tha job done Block hotter than tha sun, n***as still pack a gun But I ain't tha one to get done wit behind some dumb sh** I pack a gun b**h & ain't scared to let tha bullets flip I said enough, either get scuffed or roughed up If you got it when then n***as hungry keep your eyes up on ya stuff Chorus:(2X) [Kane & Abel] Runnin' up on n***as like finish lines, wit co*ked nines Give a f** if n***as wit dimes, get flatlined for tryna take mines In broad daylight, lose yo life for tha paper Haters a waste ya, meat ya maker, coroner gonna have to scrape ya Off tha concrete My street hotter than fish grease For big face bills, n***as k**s wit big heat n***as dressed in all black or army fatigues k**as perform like p**y poppers wit choppers, squeeze 2-2-3's Put your face on TV's, for less than a quarter ki Leave a clip empty, now watch you muthaf**in' enemies Murda's like a disease, catch it, ain't no comin' back Rest in peace, yo wig split, hit by n***as on a jack Gangstafied Kane & Abel watch the Suspects back n***as do strange thangs fo' paper, I feel that Take tha money, take tha Benz, but hustle never ends Put us on tha block wit one rock, an we'll make a million again (ha ha) Chorus:(2X) [Silkk the Shocker] Now look n***a, it's 5-4-3-2 to tha muthaf**in' 1, it's a countdown Well this n***a Silkk The Shocker Known for breakin' O-Z's down to muthaf**in' pounds That's my n***a Glock, that's my n***a Uzi That's a brand new muthaf**in' nine millimeter Off tha top, you know we come strapped, b**h watch ya back Cause all of us always got heaters Now look f** tha money cause we gonna ball wit or wit out tha sh** I need a down a** girl but I'm gonna ball look wit or wit out tha b**h Drive my Benz look wit or wit out tha f**in' kit Yall busta a** n***as f*ggets walkin' wit or wit out tha switch I still could pull hoes look n***a wit or wit out tha six While yall n***as stuntin' & frontin' Why don't you break yoself & get up out my sh** Now yall know my steelo, on tha D-low, have a kilo on tha D-L Even though I rap b**h I still do a couple of crack sells Look if it don't make dollas then it don't make sense Now my n***as Prime Suspects gonna get me high An all of us get fried & get bent An we No Limit Soldiers b**h so all of us represent Think we won't bust yo head for some muthaf**in' dead presidents b**h Chorus:(4X)