Masked Gunmen - Rich Get Rich lyrics

[Lil' Dap] Raptivism, yaknahmsayin? Yo this live and direct, LIVE and direct No More Prisons, yaknahmsayin? Don't need no more baby No more.. See we can walk through the streets, politic all night Start to make our own tracks, for these cats to recite Recite, rip through your jugular vein, right out your throat Make these cats wanna provoke, I'm holdin it down with my folks Cause we walk about it, with Helamic and Knowledge Shinin bright like a diamond, sittin in BK rhymin Holdin it down, waitin for the sun to set now Look in the sky, see my man B.I.G. floatin around One day we shine so bright, livin life so right Lost my man tonight, settin it off, aight? Check it like this, you got to go with the flow Some people may not understand, but you know how it go Because life ain't sh**, you got to work for yours Got to hustle from the bottom just to feed the poor n***as think sh** is funny, got to work for yours See the rich get, rich, the poor get poor Jump up and grab the nina son you gotta get yours Life ain't sh**, got to work for yours [Paw Duke] The elements of life, got a n***a scared to d**h I'm up to my neck, and I can't, hold my breath Who woulda ever thought, at 22, goin through this My young thugs bust guns, it's kinda foolish My young ladies sell s**, it's kinda clueless Let's get through this, illuminati's tryin to screw us Blood for blood, ash for ash, life is bigger The poorer man poor, while the rich gets richer [Ed O.G.] A lot of n***as think that pro-black, is so wack Like the old school I'm a throwback, you know that We plantin seeds that don't grow back, while the black Still shinin like Kojak You ain't never gave a sh**, yo we OWNED that Monopolize the whole game and control that A lot of cats get scared so they hold back Thinkin that they won't get paper sayin pro-black But they think they get rich screamin blow gats Bubble cracks on hot produced tracks and still dispute facts I ain't tryin to hear another n***a schoolin me Bout my paper my car or my j**elry And who is he? The one that tell you not to spend it foolishly Cause this whole black movement, is movin me Keep your head above water, or drown below On the dee-low, not cool to have a P.O You shootin craps, not cee-lo Small time hustlers, who never reach the kilo You know the steelo [Chubb Rock] From the committee of 300, n***as can't get blunted The JFK n***as, UHH, died in cellblock n***as From the crack lackeys, hold your a**hole and co*k backey Warm green eggs in pens sweatin like pigs n***as get clockwork for five to ten blockwork Then cry for balance, then toss the salads Of the long wrong life, beaten knife, wound cabbage Green veil n***as at night, for bail adage Tim Allen bend, went to the pen, for twelve pounds of M Home Improvement now rules the zen Charles Dutton locked for eight moons for nuttin nuttin Came back tougher than Martin Martin for f**in The Guiliani's, Armani's, who laundry The ducats from the Mexicans sweatin n**z from Rahway How the f** can street crack rule the NASDAQ? That's like a rap n***a getting a check from ASCAP -- -- can't happen, after Attica rule the Richter The poor went raw and the rich got richer [Lil' Dap] Because life ain't sh**, you got to work for yours Got to hustle from the bottom just to feed the poor n***as think sh** is funny, got to work for yours See the rich get, rich, the poor get poor Jump up and grab the nina son you gotta get yours Life ain't sh**, got to work for yours [Chubb Rock] Uhh! Uhh, uhh, nineteen ninety-nine Huh huhh, with my rhyme And low line, page ? means pace Raptivism, means peace and peace PEACE *INHALES* Ba** Records, peace peace and p-peace Rob Swinga, peace peace and always peace D-Rock, peace peace and one time peace Freeze Love, peace peace and peace peace co*ksachie, Greenvale, Greenwald Attica, one more time, hold on Rahway, come back cell block H And everybody in Riker's, one love One love..