Prodigy (Mobb Deep) - Money is a Weapon lyrics

Yo, Al hold up son, go into the files son The chemistry file son, you know what I mean? The secret, top secret files, pull out some exclusives son... This.. is... an exclusive... V.I.P and all that gangsta sh** man... Run out and go get a whole boxload of them sh**s, so you can pa** it out to everybody in the hood son, you know what I mean? They're gonna thank later Infamous soldiers, G-Unit motherf**ing Guerillas, you heard? [Verse 1: Prodigy] Ever since 50 Cent signed Mobb Deep The dollars started pouring and the n***as wanna creep First thing I did, was buy a bomb proof truck Because mad that my comrades was murdered in they trucks Parked up, smoking blunts, they didn't see it coming Imma' live for all of my n***as that bit the bullet Wish they could see me now, with hundreds of thou's In a safebox, a few of them would try to take me out Possibly, because paper makes everything change Especially the mills, popping these pills Just to calm me down, I'm anxious for the sounds Of gunfire rounds, I cut a n***a down Like the rainforests, you be alone in the woods You a lost sheep, I'm a whole pack of wolves Straight jaro meat, dunn dunn, you dinn dinn And I don't go to sleep when that n***a write his sh** [Hook] Money makes hearts turn cold, friends turn foes When j**elry get froze, women turn hoes Some people turn snitch, and state evidence Damn this money is a son of a b**h Don't you know it makes the good die young Money buy guns, because paranoia comes Along with those bucks You better watch your back, your side and your front Because money is a weapon, it'll f** you up [Verse 2: Prodigy] I remember way before G-Unit, Aftermath, Shady The hatred was brewing, because of my crazy Jewelry and cars, n***a try and play me Make me pop the hood, and pop go his Yankee But lately, ever since all this new cash It's a new level of hate, give me new reasons to grab Triggers on these n***as Jealous because I got the same car that you saw At the magazine store Look like you got the j**els from the back of The Source This sh** from the district, n***a I floss Avianne watch and David bling Got me f**ing up heads, because my diamonds is pink Little honey wants to spread her legs and get f**ed By a rich gangsta rapper, that's what's up But you gotta stay on point, because b**hes like her Just reel a n***a in, and set a n***a up [Hook] Money makes hearts turn cold, friends turn foes When j**elry get froze, women turn hoes Some people turn snitch, and state evidence Damn this money is a son of a b**h Don't you know it makes the good die young Money buy guns, because paranoia comes Along with those bucks You better watch your back, your side and your front Because money is a weapon, it'll f** you up