(Erick Sermon)

Yo whassup, this the E-Double,

Green-Eyed-Bandit youknowhatI'msayin'?

EPMD, Seven Deadly Sins



Get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get your moneyman (yeah)

Get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get your moneyman (Ice-T baby)

Get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get your moneyman



(Chorus: Ice-T)

Rock your hammers back cussers that's the way that we ball

Rims so fat, looks will digitise it all

Get your moneyman lock your blocks, cock your glocks

Really doe - bust until your barrels glow (*gunshot*)



(Ice-T)

Nigga tryin', then got tied up buttnaked

Fuckin' with the master of this, jacker of this

Squeezin' off until I fuckin' sprain my wrist

Slap the clip into Armageddon and start wettin'

Grit my teeth, bring it like the Persian Gulf

Airstrike you, burn you with the mic to might you

Thinkin' about takin' me out - huh you're funny

More guns and more money, think about it

You're dead I'm livin

You're fuckin' with the unforgiven - nigga what?

West Side's up - L.A., nigga bounce all day

Look in my eyes, what you see ain't no bitch or pimp

Nigga from the Central and I'm gonna stay rich

Nightmares of bein' broke keep me flowin' like this

Weak niggas - you're sure to get lost in the bliss

This is for the niggas, quick to slaughter

Resumes held by the D.A.'s, the ballers



(Chorus: Ice-T)

Rock your hammers back cussers that's the way that we ball

Rims so fat, looks will digitise it all

Get your moneyman lock your blocks, cock your glocks

Really doe - bust until your barrels glow (*gunshot*)

Rock your hammers back cussers that's the way that we ball

Rims so fat, looks will digitise it all

Get your moneyman lock your blocks, cock your glocks

Really doe - bust until your barrels glow (*gunshot*)



(Ice-T)

To all my niggas on the East and West that rock vests

Get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get your moneyman

To all the killers that's real, quick to flex the steel

Get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get your moneyman

To my hard-hustlin' girls all around the world for ice

Get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get your moneyman

It's ninety-eight, it's never too late playa

Get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get your moneyman



(Ice-T)

Many casualties caught in the cross-fire mix

while whole crews flash they fo-fo's in the flicks

Magazine after magazine gets stomped in the street

Late night, auto, maga-static

Hit the next turn, hang 'em out and cause havoc

Your cash, your block, I gotta have it

Nigga normally toss it up and live lavish

My traps well lured, I go hardboard

It gets loud, known for bustin' off in crowds

Word 'em up, hurt 'em up, move out, blow the spot

Round two, rounds flew (*shots*) in the parkin' lot

Niggas rallied up to see who got shot

Wait down G, my whole crew surrounds me

We outty, niggas known to sit the stompede and get rowdy

L.A. - niggas know my flow

They see me on the shore, when I'm rippin' my rows



(Chorus: Ice-T)

Rock your hammers back cussers that's the way that we ball

Rims so fat, looks will digitise it all

Get your moneyman lock your blocks, cock your glocks

Really doe - bust until your barrels glow (*gunshot*)

Rock your hammers back cussers that's the way that we ball

Rims so fat, looks will digitise it all

Get your moneyman lock your blocks, cock your glocks

Really doe - bust off until your barrels glow (*gunshot*)



(Ice-T)

To all my niggas on the East and West that rock vests

Get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get your moneyman

To all the killers that's real, quick to flex the steel

Get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get your moneyman

To my hard-hustlin' girls all around the world for ice

Get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get your moneyman

It's ninety-eight, it's never too late players

Get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get your moneyman

Get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get your moneyman

Get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get your moneyman

Get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get your moneyman