featuring Ant Live, Freddie Foxxx, Large Professor



"Money in the bank, yeahhhh"

"Rocked and rolled, but then you rolled and rocked"

"Money in the bank, yeahhhh"

"Rocked and rolled, but then you rolled and rocked"



[Large Professor]

Listen

You get upset, when you hear the Large Professor

on your girl's cassette, deck, expect

nothin comin soft, cause I'll never throw weaker blows

I'll kick you in your [ass] and your breath'll smell like sneaker soles

Now how's that for a fixin?

You'd better rather go to Roy's, cause I ain't kickin science fiction

I kick a size nine sneaker or boot

Chop chumps to stumps, and they remain mi-nute

The Sheik, I get deep, and always leave with the wet meat

Because of my technique, I'm the one you let speak

I collect crops and props like spinach

I'm vintage, your single sums up to a ten inch

My soul brother Van Paul and Pete Rock

keep the funk flowin until the last beat stops

The soul man, can't have you leavin on a stretcher

Probably, have you leavin in leather, I catch a body

from wreckin slum rappers, but to be frank

I don't give a [fuck] I got money in the bank



"Money in the bank, yeahhhh"

"Rocked and rolled, but then you rolled and rocked"

"Money in the bank, yeahhhh"

"Rocked and rolled, but then you rolled and rocked"

"Money in the bank, yeahhhh"

"Rocked and rolled, but then you rolled and rocked"



[Freddie Foxxx]

This is the stage of triple-X

when you're sittin by your radio, screamin, "Freddie Foxxx goes next"

Those beholdin the words of a master

find mental disaster, as I kick it faster

Whoever opposes me, and what I feel

might find their legs bein replaced by steel

This is a bran