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Album: Rhyme Reason

Business First [Nyoo DeCoca]

[Intro: (singing])]

(Money makers, take money money money)

[repeat]

[Chorus:]

You got to know the rules of the money makers (Money makers)

You got to have the mind of a money taker (Take money money money)

*repeat*

Day break, wake up, slept past the snooze

Spot that new pote', don't fuck wit'cha *?cools?*

If I won fifteen when we get Mickey D's

Philly *?tritors?* come up, we got our eyes on paper

I gotta partner wit two, see we can flip us a ??

Cos he'll help a nigga out, just we're down on low

So track the yard for your bank, spend five on bags

I'ma creep the soda from the store-a (that last ten burnt fast)

I took a beaker from school cos see I failed that class

Gotta simple teaspoon and we ain't top the glass

Watch it rise the top (the top), the drop to the bottom (the bottom)

Cool it off quick, yell "BOMB'S ??"

The fiends put that glass back to blast of a loaded .4-4 Mag

Hard enough to knock a linebacker out his shoulder pads

On a slab, drop the bag, time for action

Cut it witta one for your best satisfaction

Inhale, exhale, now you're clientele

Find me in ATL, where them hollow point shells

is left all over the scene when we been seen

Getaway cleaner than Kim Basinger, stay dip, it's a routine

Throw dice with the neighbours, never know which one I'm rollin with (Say

what?)

Keep your friends close but keep your enemies closest

There's six million ways (uhuh), wit one way out

.357 Rueger, the six-shooter

Just enough commotion to get the fuck outta Waco

God I'm in distress, I caress

Already got the ginners out the kin in '88

See stringers are better, I do whatever the fuck it takes

[Chorus: (x2)]

You got to know the rules of the money makers (Money makers)

You got to have the mind of a money taker (Take money money money)

Take care of your business first, save them niggas for last

and always keep your eyes on the cash

I stay ready for confrontation, throwin flurry's in combinations

The right, left, right, slap that niggas faces

>From the land of the free, home of the killers

We nick, keep keepin it raw, goin to war overseas

Mo' tains and now my end is game tight like Dolemite

Kavossier, no man's protege, the world's tight

I keep my dick clean like niggas came white

Since the days, niggas want a dopeman's knot

The moves I make, all your draft lights and Nitron Davis

One foot after the other, like a classic movie in color

The street blood, a goodfella, you weed dealer

You cocoa deller, gigolo, pimp-type money getter

Now see we strive for the good thangs, the big man'

and a ?? phone chain, sittin on chrome thangs

Plushed out white, wit the black pipes, straight from the Golden State

Filthy rich, niggas ??

You damn straight, and boss players never P.H.

They be too busy flippin weight down to the last ??

Stackin up rep wit the kilos on their inside, the chemist

who balance on trip' beams, like ol metal ??

I'm buildin like salt-n-vinegar, mama raise the real nigga

Three parts Cherokee, so I'm an Indian giver

Give and take and break a fiend of the proper docious

Keep it certified dope, in the Volks out of folks

[Chorus (x2)]

I got my niggas on the inside lookin out

(Yeah I got my niggas on the outside lookin in)

I got my niggas on the inside lookin out

(Yeah I got my niggas on the outside lookin in)

You know the money, take your money

[Outro]

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