Thirstin Howl III - Rich Man Poor Man lyrics

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Thirstin Howl III - Rich Man Poor Man lyrics

(Rack-Lo) I'm filthy rich I got bank accounts and large amounts CD's, stocks and barns, presidential suites Property on War Street, playing for high stakes 6 billion dollar estate, money to waste (Thirstin Howl III) I'm a poor man so I put a gun to your face To take two things, your life, and a dead presidential briefcase Empty your safe for everything you got, mansion and a yacht Vehicles out on the parking lot already sold At the swap shop, my client I is an undercover cop Making deals underneath the table I either be him or a poor man, can nobody save you? (Rack-Lo) I'm a rich man it's not my fault You live in the slums of New York Let's beat like a criminal when you talk criminal slang Stick me up now; what goes around comes around like a boomerang (Thirstin Howl III) Hang mare, I hang your high The day I was born I was ready to die Lie commit fraud and cheat The bottom line I gotta eat Dead beat that, 5 years probation Completed 4 and a half, got violated twice Shoot dice, place your bets I see cats with teeth and wore, murder suicide and s** (Rack-Lo) Too bad I see ugly signatures on corporate cheques I relieve scholars Harvard graduates Commit white dollars crimes behind enemy lines You can read about it Monday, New York Times (Thirstin Howl III) I'm a poor man poverty hit the lottery High school drop out, independent hip hop economy Homeless, walk males like Ghandi, diamond district (Rack-Lo) Life styles of the rich and famous without Robin Leech Private jet planes with my colleagues Sniff c**aine, overdose like Curt Kobain Above the clouds, richer than Liberace Down with illuminati, n-w-o c-e-o Control alcohol, tobacco, the world is mine Plant time bombs (Thirstin Howl III) Oh yeah really Not if I burn ya empire down like Waco You wear Rolex I wear Swatch tomics or Seiko I live in the ghetto, you live in the suburbs I grew up with thugs you grew up with nerds I'm not gonna be poor for long mark my words County of Kings, I got big dreams in two years You can see my face on Tv screens (Rack-Lo) So rich I own a time machine Helicopters, submarines, cbs, mvc MTV, BET, exquisite split sonian exhibit (Rack-Lo) Poor man so I am stingy like hysterics A thin like between love and hate, swindle swords Got tricks up my sleeve like white boys on skate boards I got a duffle bag full of 39 38 specials 37 watches With diamond embezzles, double impact, cameras Take 35millimeter fill by Kodak Quicken officers which trench coats like Kojak (ah negative please, that's the service)