The Green Regime - The Mint lyrics

[Intro: Sample Quote from The Godfather: Part II and Gino Green] [Hyman Roth] There was this kid I grew up with. He was younger than me. Sort of looked up to me, you know. We did our first work together. Worked our way out of the street. Things were good. We made the most of it. As much as anyone, I loved him and trusted him. This was a great man. Man of vision and guts. And there isn't even a plaque or a sign post or a statue of him in that town. That kid's name was Moe Greene [Gino Green] OK. Esoterically. P.O.E.—Politics of Earth. Love, Power, and Cash—L.P.C. Three-quarters-full style, M.G. insignia. Yo [Verse 1: Gino Green] The world got my back against the wall Stay in the wind or take a fall Run out of gas on the path On the autobahn and the sh** stall Life or d**h—it ain't no in between “Love don't pay bills,” say Moe Greene Never pick up your girl before your check Know the science of pushing and pulling Mixed fluid powers the cess Knowledge come first in the sequence of every set Now, how can I give back to my community? Run up in the 30 second and press eject Disconnect his neck from his shoulders k**s-to-win soldiers Controversial? But what about the brave with their guns? Those who say they from Judah but hate to see me do better than once I'm on the last grains of sand Last miles to run Heart heavy, striving for plenty, focused and I'm [Hook: Gino Green] I think big, calculate to win Balance the scales, achieve victory P.O.E., L.P.C. get in The mint (The mint, the mint) The mint! [Verse 2: Gino Green] Listen. [?] I'm sure you could understand It's the instability of man If I don't get it, how would you stop a terrorist with no demands? I smelled his sweat glands, studied his breathing I don't need a reason like If I found out the Grand Wizard crew was coming through, receiving Leaving you all nice, stuck on nevers Riddle me this, riddle me that When this half of twelve-seven Reverend, nothing's a mystery We conversate the same, except Demographics dictate delivery, are like beads on that chain Beware of the campaign on page 242, if I'm correct. I'mma check—I'm going insane The same as Rayz' CD—play number 6 Listen, b**h. Go get some crisp And throw in some dance music Come back when you understand The Now and need protection in the mist of all this confusion Susan, you think that sh** is slick When you misbehave? Go ahead and stay a f**ing chambermaid ‘Cause... you know [Hook: Gino Green] I think big, calculate to win Balance the scales, achieve victory P.O.E., L.P.C. get in The mint (The mint, the mint) [Verse 3: Gino Green] Whatever, yo f** it, n***a—pull it [?] take a bullet or I don't You ain't ready for twenty, so I bet you won't I challenge your will Make you add up to back up an ice grill Exercise my craft, study my sk** Regulate, revelate in jail That's the least of my trouble I got to stay humble, sincere With gratitude and humility Calculate the roundabout penalty When I get the OK to outweigh the enemy [Blackfoot, you right?]—they never know [Battle miss?], where the f** is my dough? I'm paying back debt, so let's say, “Nobody can't owe me sh**” We need big bills and small change There's people I need to produce for...