Lu Balz - Coke Money Jones lyrics

[Verse One: Ea$y Money] Ea$y Money, the track matador But I don't wave capes at bulls To murder you lyrically I am cap-a-ble 'sup hater, I see how your face is screwed How convenient - always been one to play with tools See, I got the hammer, my squad is nuts So you better bolt 'fore we wash a n***a up My dogs I'm in the lab with, makin' wild cla**ics To pile mad chips, paper like a foul carrot And to get it we bang-bang with the toaster Bring ya man with you, aim flame, hit you both up Main aim is to gain fame and get mo' bucks Easy, Chilla, my man Slaine from the Coka Rap dudes ain't f**in' with that Make sure we spit that sh** till the chips stack quicker Mama you fly but I can't kick back with ya But you can hold Dick like you kidnapped Richard [Hook] Ea$y Money Helltown, and you don't stop Slaine reppin Roslindale, and you don't quit Chilla Jones Dorchester, and you don't stop Coke Money Jones, and we're on our own sh** [Verse Two: Slaine] My habits are bad, my intentions are worse They criticize my sentences, try to censor my verse Cause I'm insensitive, they thought I was pensive at first Like I was Asian, but I'm just more expensive to jerk I'm feelin caged in like a lion trapped in a zoo I'm not relyin on what other rappers happen to do I stick both of my fists in gla**, f**in wrap 'em in glue If I have to, leave you bleedin while we're laughin at you But if there ain't a lotta violence then I don't feel at home Makin Money look Ea$y with enough Dope to Chilla Jones The eyes of a hawk, heart of a lion, a k**er's dome So many demons in my past, I ain't never feel alone I got my mind made up, it's fightin in the level That I took it since I put it on 'The White Man Is the Devil' What you're lookin at, you're starin at a legend, poppy It's pretty obvious I got the city locked and you could never stop me [Hook] [Verse Three: Chilla Jones] You are wild, Slaine, nowadays I'm a vowed name I brainstorm, let the cloud rain Ha, we set the standard for lyrical Cause every 16 is plain nuts like planters original Splittin hard, not the one to be pissin off Listen, I got bars on lock like a prison guard Are we feudin with beef, yo? Knock at your door, pop in the four, put two in your peep hole You wanna battle? Stupid, I beast those Now you in front of foul lines like you shootin a free throw East Coast reppin, Beantown violator I'm on point off top like a skyscraper Annihilator, you can try, hater Just push me, the Tec wet pussies like a vibrator Slaine said body it, hit 'em with co*ky sh** Now watch me spit more punches than a Rocky flick [Hook]