Various Artists - Business First lyrics

Intro: (*singing*) (*Money makers, take money money money*) *repeat* Chorus: You got to know the rules of the money makers (*Money makers*) You got to have the mind of a money taker (*Take money money money*) *repeat* Day break, wake up, slept past the snooze Spot that new pote', don't f** wit'cha *?cools?* If I won fifteen when we get Mickey D's Philly *?tritors?* come up, we got our eyes on paper I gotta partner wit two, see we can flip us a ???? Cos he'll help a n***a out, just we're down on low So track the yard for your bank, spend five on bags I'mma creep the soda from the store-a (that last ten burnt fast) I took a beaker from school cos see I failed that cla** Gotta simple teaspoon and we ain't top the gla** Watch it rise the top (the top), the drop to the bottom (the bottom) Cool it off quick, yell "BOMB'S ????" The fiends put that gla** back to blast of a loaded .4-4 Mag Hard enough to knock a linebacker out his shoulder pads On a slab, drop the bag, time for action Cut it witta one for your best satisfaction Inhale, exhale, now you're clientele Find me in ATL, where them hollow point shells Is left all over the scene when we been seen Getaway cleaner than Kim Basinger, stay dip, it's a routine Throw dice with the neighbours, never know which one I'm rollin with (Say What?) Keep your friends close but keep your enemies closest There's six million ways (uhuh), wit one way out .357 Rueger, the six-shooter Just enough commotion to get the f** outta Waco God I'm in distress, I caress Already got the ginners out the kin in '88 See stringers are better, I do whatever the f** it takes Chorus: (x2) You got to know the rules of the money makers (*Money makers*) You got to have the mind of a money taker (*Take money money money*) Take care of your business first, save them n***as for last And always keep your eyes on the cash I stay ready for confrontation, throwin flurry's in combinations The right, left, right, slap that n***as faces ]From the land of the free, home of the k**ers We nick, keep keepin it raw, goin to war overseas Mo' tains and now my end is game tight like Dolemite Kavossier, no man's protege, the world's tight I keep my dick clean like n***as came white Since the days, n***as want a dopeman's knot The moves I make, all your draft lights and Nitron Davis One foot after the other, like a cla**ic movie in color The street blood, a goodfella, you weed dealer You cocoa deller, gigolo, pimp-type money getter Now see we strive for the good thangs, the big man' And a ???? phone chain, sittin on chrome thangs Plushed out white, wit the black pipes, straight from the Golden State Filthy rich, n***as ???? You damn straight, and boss players never P.H They be too busy flippin weight down to the last ????? Stackin up rep wit the kilos on their inside, the chemist Who balance on trip' beams, like ol metal ???? I'm buildin like salt-n-vinegar, mama raise the real n***a Three parts Cherokee, so I'm an Indian giver Give and take and break a fiend of the proper docious Keep it certified dope, in the Volks out of folks Chorus (x2) I got my n***as on the inside lookin out (Yeah I got my n***as on the outside lookin in) I got my n***as on the inside lookin out (Yeah I got my n***as on the outside lookin in) You know the money, take your money Outro