Willie The Kid - Makin' Money Smokin' lyrics

[Chorus - LA the Darkman] Makin' money smokin' weed n***a front a n***a bleed makin' money f**in' hoes n***a thats just how it goes Makin' money smokin' weed n***a front a n***a bleed makin' money f**in' hoes n***a thats just how it goes [Verse 1 - Willie the Kid] This ain't rap it's a drive-by This sh** is real catch ya man slipin' walkin' outta Popeyes The bullets fly through yo' bag fly through yo' drink The bullets cut a man down, blood on your mink There's blood in the street, you see the crowd formin' You had a show for the the crowd, you puttin' on a performance Take a bow, it's kinda hard you on the ground twitchin' Your brotha hopin' you recover, downtown snitchin' "I know who did it, them n***as from the other side They recognize my face, and know ma brother ride" Meanwhile in the hood Chevy's still rollin', the fiends still smokin' The cops still patrollin', sing sing is the shooters, the gargoyles How you want it you can get it beef charbroiled The Mongolian, we get them forties in Down South traffickin', bring your homie in [Chorus] {Makin' money smokin' weed n***a front a n***a bleed makin' money f**in' hoes n***a thats just how it goes}x4 [Verse 2 - Willie the Kid] Welcome to the Midwest, firearm central Mad traphouses, and dope fiend rentals In the club stuntin', we sweatin' mad b**hes Airbrushed 2Pac, backdrop pictures Flick it up homie, lift it up homie Hennesy it's a tab, pick it up homie You pick it up n***a, I ain't payin' for sh** I'll see you outside I'm sprayin' ma sh** [Chorus] {Makin' money smokin' weed n***a frontin' n***a bleed makin' money f**in' hoes n***a thats just how it goes}x4 [Verse 3 - Willie the Kid] All I see is money, weed, and crack Police cars and guns Leather coats and Cartiers, Air Ones Where I'm from it's real, for the cromas we k** For a piece of the pie, somebody gotta die And not to mention the whole thing A ki lloyd buck fifty yo' face, no cold creme It's mad obituaries, printed up like Kinko's We gettin' money, gettin' high, n***a poppin' click o [Chorus] {Makin' money smokin' weed n***a frontin' n***a bleed makin' money f**in' hoes n***a thats just how it goes}x4 [Outro - DJ Drama] See it used to be money, power, respect Now it's money, power, respect, and hip hop And it take a nation of millions to hold us back Call me public enemy number one n***a, AMG, Emba**y This is how it's done