featuring B1 (MF) Grimm



Ninety five keep it live

Yeah to make papers knahmsayin?

Motherfuckin Kool G. Rap and B1

and my motherfuckin man Grimm

Just comin with somethin to keep the brainstem



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[B1]

It's Big 1 son Jamaica Queens is the turf

And I'ma exploit heaven and earth for what it's worth

It's the MC extrordinaire the jewels glare

The God is rare I'm takin bitches back to my lair

I want mines and yours, strippin niggaz to they drawers

No probable cause, with the chrome double 4's

It's the Queens New Yorker with a bulletproof parka

In eighty-four, it was Calvins and British Walkers

Now I'm sippin Harvey's Bristal Cream with the glock 17

as the sirens race to the scene

Tryin to get dough, like Pablo, today, fuck tomorrow

Seats for carro, as I recline in Monte Carlo

I got the game down to a science, it's the clients

that turn small time hustlers into giants

Three course meal, waitin for my appetizer

Blowin like a geyser, time only makes me wiser

Paraphenalia, and material, makes the crew imperial

I put the fear in you, sippin beer with two

Handlin business properly, form a monopoly

Storefront property, if not, another robbery

I'm puttin forth the effort, murder's the method

The steak is peppered

Son when I let off you meet your Lord and shepherd

Bloody money gets niggaz deaded and wetted

Don't forget it, money's the metal and my hand is magnetic



Chorus: Grimm, B1



I gotta flip these bricks

cause bein broke drive me insane

Money's on my motherfuckin brain

From O-Z's to ki's

the triple beam brings fame to my name

Money's on my motherfuckin brain

Niggaz be scheamin and teamin

but still I maintain

Money's on my motherfuckin brain

Cause money and murder go hand in hand

It ain't nothin but a game

Money's on my motherfuckin brain son



[Grimm]

Cryin hopin God forgive me for the ones I killed

But until still, I dry my eyes with hundred dollar bills

Like McDonald's, makin mills servin

Fuck a Landcruiser now, pulls a ? to Suburban

Stressed out, sittin thinkin past bed time

Scared can't sleep, nightmares about fed time

Diamonds, linens, ostrich and all that

Fat shit I'm talkin code cause my phone's tapped

Crackheads worship me like I'm Jesus

Uncle Sam can't stand me cause I'm fuckin all his nieces

Cuties every colour, who I wanna fuck next?

Buy a new car, maybe Lamborghini trunk next

Look at the jealousy in the eyes of the roughnecks

Bulletproof glass just in case they wanna buck Tecs

A large ratio in this game dies

But I'm flippin pies, til the Senate legalize



Chorus: Grimm, G. Rap (same lines)



[Kool G. Rap]

I'm sportin flavors and Timbs, a ninety-five Bezn with the chrome rims

Presedential Rolex, two carat diamonds with the stone gems

Pockets filled with lucci leather wallets designed by Gucci

Parlay in resteraunts, eatin shrimp, scampi and sushi

Fly minks, with icicles that blink inside cuban links

Lookin ?, brothers stink, got loot like I'm doin banks

Hundred dollar bottles of chammy, condos in Miami

Front row seats up at the Grammy's, the broke niggaz can't stand me

Hold the flame low, hotel suites inside the Flamingo

Just home by the dingos, I step up in em rockin Kangols

Straight up fakin no jacks, cause all my crackshacks are jam packed

My mad stacks, show that I'm on the right track, like Amtrak

So stand back, cause I'ma make whatever it takes

to shake Jakes, and shoot snakes, and bake more snowflake cakes than Drake's

Cut up your grill like I'm the Barber of Seville

Still like Gotti bodies are found inside the harbor cause I'm ill

It's war, but no more kids are bein kidnapped, matter of fact

ain't with the shit black, I was young when I did that

There's dope in the Copa Cabanas, cock back the hammers

So niggaz in pajamas get they wigs split like bananas

Stable of hotties, niggaz with shotties catchin bodies

Neighborhood John Gotti with more notes than Pavarotti

Yeah, paid as a motherfuckin bank teller

The Goodfella, I stay a motherfuckin drug seller



Chorus: Grimm, G. Rap, B1 (G and B alternate)



[ad-lib to outro