Crooked I - If It Ain't About Money lyrics

[Verse 1: Crooked I] This the flow that'll put R.I.P right next to your initials I ain't never been superficial, just super official Time for you computer shooters to get your Ruger to whistle It's stupid, if you be a pistol, I'm a nuclear missile This is Jiu Jitsu versus you Shih Tzu's I'll kick the dog sh** out of you on some Kung Fu Hit you with the one-two combination punch Wanna take me to court, f** you I don't care, it's The Art of War, let Sun Tzu I ain't mad, call it Martin Luther King You'll never be hard as me but as an artist you can dream Regardless who you bring, they just a martyr, just a target to a beam I'll mix your parts up turn your heart into a spleen Mean, park your body on the carpet with your team Slaughter every part of your regime, nobody know a thing I run sh** like a cardio machine, audio promethazine Adios for bringing that garbage on the scene I'm from the home of the weight scales, Long Beach But you won't be nowhere around sand when you see shells A side of me is Godly I can preach well But the other side of me is spitting fire, giving beats hell They say the genius in writing is in details The way y'all be feeling what I'm writing, sh** should be braille Crooked is BIG how can he fail Anyone pick one: Big Smalls, Big Pun, B.I.G L If you say you don't love me, my n***a you a liar If I k**ed your favorite rapper it would be suicide You decide, I can speed it up like I'm spitting with Twista and Do or Die Even dumbed down, I'm stupefied Nothing but confidence when rocking a crowd I'll body wrap n***as then bury them sarcophagus style I leak music for free, like I took a profitless vow But the album sounding like a 2010 2Pacalypse Now This is for my supporters who say I'm the West Gotta make you somethin' to play when you say I'm the best Let em debate it all day, I'm on my way to success To make the world check the rhyme I gotta stay on my quest, yes That just happened, you cats just rapping I give your soul food, like cat fish blacking Ask yourself who could get an atlas cracking I got the sk**s got the streets the backpackers I give back to the hood, I'm good Got bad chicks asking for wood And Hip-Hop Weekly we back in action I should Mention a few cosigns but I won't See you have to but my flow shine, so I don't #OKBYE! [Outro] Before I get outta here, let me sing to these n***as man, yo I know you rappers sitting on music Figure you drop it every week so you can use it That sh** is old and ain't exclusive Only Hip-Hop Weekly can bring you new sh**!