[Hook] Money, b**hes, hoes Greed, p**y, lord knows Money, b**hes, hoes Greed, p**y, lord knows Money, b**hes, hoes Greed, p**y, lord knows Money, b**hes, hoes Greed, p**y, lord knows [Verse 1: Rejjie Snow] Snake's up in the gra**, Fake Gucci on her hip The product of a warrior, The kids ran riots While the black kid rapped And a story of A city and the hatred for the piggies Fuels fire in the bones was always proun to see the spliffy Another young boy in a grave With his picture on my shirt Rest in Peace, and may you lay Lay up in the heavens sippin' henny Smiling at the city and your son who cries daddy (daddy) We'll never get to see him be a king But I promise I'll bless him with the money that I win He's even got that same f**ing smile And laughs when i piss, and f**ing sing about how He once stole a truck and got arrested in the town To the sounds of the pigs, (get on the ground) 92 got 'em So I'm getting them again Black militant, back up on my 92 sh** Pants saggin' n***aritus, - with a 92 b**h Born in 93, one double nine three 93, pre-milluminum a little bumble bee See me, I mean, I was a warrior One a mission, was running and f**ing gunnin' And shooting my own decisions Black, sell a f**ing ounce of crack Momma said to give it back, money over honey's But the dream was to f**ing rap Walk around the city, looking pretty, but we're city rats The intuiton , my 'tuition was the streets Junkies s**ing gla** dicks, baby's trying to eat Then Dran*l - came along and sent a beat Hip-Hop f**ing history Sipping guinness, fire flaming predicaments Snatching a purse, to feed a habit d** were prevalant But the prevalence of heaven just a stain On its relevance, momma said to get em So I.. [Hook] Money, b**hes, hoes Greed, p**y, lord knows Money, b**hes, hoes Greed, p**y, lord knows Money, b**hes, hoes Greed, p**y, lord knows Money, b**hes, hoes Greed, p**y, lord knows