Tom Coyne - Money Gone lyrics

Cappin him in is b-brain with the n-nine He never woulda th-thought, I'd be gettin mine So now I'm on the r-run cause I took his cash I had to b-bust a cap in his f**in a** n***a a n-n-n-nine w-w-went bang It was a g-g-ghetto th-th-thang 19-nuh-nuh-90 wuh-wuh-one A lotta n-n-n-n***as d-died young The 187 wuh 187 fuh-fact Its comin up, c-comin up b-b-back The future of the g-gangsta f-f-funk Buckin with d-d-dank in the sk-skunk I gotta g-g-gotta g-g-go And sell me a s-sell me another O, O, O, O (CHORUS) Money gone Money gone I gotta g-g-gotta get it goin on I deal with m-m-money g-g-gone The figgity f-f-five-O is on my nuts Mad cause they c-can't get a c-c-cut Where everytime I dr-drive around the bl-block They see my goin b-bump and s-s-stop And ask me k-k-question, wuh-whats my name But he can get f-f**ed in the g-game Cause I ain't for the f-f-f-for the p-p-pen I hadta d-d-do em, d-do em in Emptied out the cl-clip in his d-dome And now its m-m-money g-g-gone (CHORUS) My n***a g-got the 40 sh-shootin dice He said what they h-hittin for Sp-Spice Livin up in the g-ghetto with the g-gats Slangin dope made my p-p-pockets f-f-fat The n***a on the b-block with the biggest knot Seven f-f-fat fifty dollar n-knot Bought a s-six five st-st-stang The ring on my m-m-mobile rang I got it g-goin on in the m-mix All the broke fiends get a f-f-fix I wonder if they t-task is about to hit But I don't give a g-g-give a sh-sh-sh** Cause I'mma uga-O.G. in the z-zone And my money ain't never g-g-g-gone Yeah 187 in the motherf**in house Peace to my n***as, Black Jack Y'all in the motherf**in house Hookin me up with that dope sh** The last track on my motherf**in album We kickin it funky gangsta Yeah, side ways to the next light Peace motherf**er I'm outta here like last year