Cappadonna - Dollars & Sense lyrics

[Intro: Cappadonna (Minus)] Yeah (Minus, Cappadon) Yessa Yessa my Lord, it's real up in here (Yes) You know how we do, Hood LLC, this go out to everyone that Graduated And everybody that didn't, straight up and down yo Yeah, uh huh, there's no turning back, the true sound, yo [Cappadonna] It's more lonely at the bottom then it is at the top More brothas climbing it out, making it hot It's me, straight hustler, be counted alot Cappadon seen brothas get stabbed and shot I'm in the hood with ya'll for real, ready to rock And I hold the big sh** like BIG and Pac C'mon test my Glock, yeah, test my Glock C'mon test my Glock, yeah, test my Glock [Minus] Yo I've been around for a while, so I seen some sh** Held it down for a minute from the Bean to the Sticks I get the sound when I'm spitting while ya'll clowns is basic I move pounds from the k**a to the green to the chips Ya'll should face it, I'm sayin I should ease a bit But like the Sox, cuz nobody can say they believed in em Cuz when I drop, I'mma grab hold and squeeze sh** I bet you never the the Bean had some heat like this [Chorus X2: Sample (Cappadonna)] Oh, I'm holding (More dollars & sense) Yes, I'm holding (More love & knowledge) Oh, I'm holding (More bricks & chips) Oh, I'm holding (More dollars & sense) Yes, I'm holding (More love & knowledge) Oh, I'm holding (More bricks & chips) (And ya'll gon love the hits) Yes, I'm holding (And ya'll gon love this sh**) [Krumbsnatcha] Realize this realizm, living life on the edge When your hood's at war with police and the feds Schitzophrenic, paranoid, with the ratch' in my waist Anybody out of luck could get put back in their place Catchin case after case, man, streets is real Till the judge give you numbers the size of football deals And appeals cost a fortune, every block hot and scorching Nowadays the only way you gettin paid is by extorting Coffin cherry red, many dead up in the box Violent for many years, why you think it's gon stop? Only thing we look for, money and some cooked raw Feels like a recession, so why you think we crook for Bootleg liquor, drinkin squeeze, little gs Bloody keys that be spreading through the streets like a disease We sieze opportunities, blessing our communities Everybody for delf, there's no hope for unity [Chorus] [Minus] Started writing rhymes by the age of thirteen Bout the sh** I dealt with and learned in the streets Hustle hard son, that's why I'm getting known in the scene Guess I'm just a kid from the hood who fathered a dream And grew up, in fact, I've always been a fan of the game From Wu-Tang, to Biggie, to even Dr. Dre It's like I learned from the best in every possible way I give my all on every record, every one of them bang Thats how I got this far, thats why I run so hard It's why I'm never gon stop till I'm popular Came up man, I'm always gon rep for def Till I'm seeing record sales cuz I'm lining the shelves Yeah, so whatchu know aobut the sh** I went through? To get where I'm at and where I'm about to head to From runnin on the streets to getting live in the booth On tracks with Krumb, beef, I ??? as Wu [Chorus] [Outro: Cappadonna] Yessa yessa, real music, 2005, we gon make it this time kid More money, for real, more dollars, more love, more knowledge Yessa yessa, throw ya joint up, uh huh, if you got hip-hop on your mind What, uh