Black Thought - Money Make The World Go lyrics

[Hook: x2] Money make the world go Money make the world go Money money money money Money make the world go Round round round round Round round round round [Verse 1 - Dice Raw] I go out in a blaze or, go out on the stage cause Life is but a dream or, maybe it's a joke God played on us poor folk, growing up in smoke It's rough waters up ahead, so keep your head afloat Keep an eye on the white house, one on the Pope Cause sleeping ain't a luxury that n***as can afford Man, who knows what the world of politics has in store for us Blacks banned in rap, or new improved crack Devil in the bottle so I hit the gas full throttle Turned it up full blast, cruising through the streets I know north-side, south-side yeah my block Without MTV jams, why n***a why not? Kids I went to school with are in jail, or with Jesus Man, the other half sitting at home watching Regis Trying to get enough money for another pack of cigarettes On house arrest, yeah I know you dealing with the stress cause [Hook: x2] [Verse 2 - Black Thought] I'm from the bottom of the barrel where them roaches and the crabs at Ain't no taxi cabs at, dead beat dads at Kidnappin's and stabs at, bad blood and bad rap Life is like a tragic comedy without the laugh track Got to get some a**ets, money on the fast track Aflac, or NASDAQ, a matress where the stash at Models, doctors, lawyers, even actresses you have that You can walk up right into their practices and smash that Checks you can cash that, top you can pa** that Car that you desire, you can cop, but don't crash that Rock truck chains like it's an '85 flash back Currency to courtesy, it'd be a [minor a**cap?] Two fifteen, do get cream, legal tender do get clean Promise I'mma do big things, for my daughter sweet sixteen Pray the father keep this team, safe, and let me get this green Spit this flame, rip this lane, Jam Boys hear to sing again.. [Hook: x2] [Verse 3 - Truck North] Coast to coast this how I go, a beach boy in Kokomo Know I scheme to k** your queen, you might've seen me once before Money Making Jam family all in this 'bout the dough Creepin' with your bottom hopin' you ever see the pro Have you on the ledge, leapin' off screamin' "Geronimo" Fist full of dollas like I'm out of here in twenty-fo' Powers in, my powers is wearin' off I need a little mo' Time, cause it's critical when money gettin' minimal Make you wanna run up in a bank with a weapon to Clean out the vault like a strong arm professional Tell a n***a buckle up I'm finna break a neck or two If it's bout the currency I swear the foul is technical Swear to bob 'em hater proof, homie who the hell is you We tell you what you can and cannot do like it's congretional Chins, we done checked a few, fortunes we done spend 'em too Yeah I know it's pitiful, pitfalls are plentyful [Hook: x2]