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Time Is Money
Styles P
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Joell Ortiz
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Prison, I was seventeen years old walkin in prison, blood
Seventeen years old, they charged me as an adult
They said I was a menace to society around this bitch, you know?
Know what I'm sayin? My first case was a murder
Tipped to murder, murder, robbery, sexual, two murders
This is for the poor folks whose only hope
Is that they get more dope to knock off quick
And this is for the nigga with beef, no talk
Just to hawk or a nine milli', pop off quick
And this is for the honey gettin cash with her ass
But it's trash 'cause she gotta hop on more dicks
But what could I do or what could I say?
Nothin' much, so I hit the lab and puff more spliffs
From the bottom of the barrel, Sad Styles shoutin'
I'm with an arrow, born wild but I descended from the Pharaohs
Need cheese like Sbarro's, but I ain't tryin to eat the shit
Run around deep and shit, liquor and some reefer shit
Money plus love is what a thug nigga need to get
Ninety-five, Creed knockin' Heavy D, Monifah shit
God run the mob 'cause he make the Grim Reaper hit
Align with the science that'll drop, shit look wrinkled
So I let the iron pop, I'm hotter than what's fryin in the wok
You either livin' large or you dyin on the block
Nigga, am I right or wrong?
Tryin' to get paid 'cause the day push the night along
Ghost be hydroplanin', in the first, in the car
I'm the one that Filipinos paintin'
I relate to the poor 'cause I hate bein' poor
Time is money, motherfucker, I ain't waitin no more
You don't drive-bys, blood, I don't believe in that shit
Let me at 'em, I'll walk up on my motherfuckin' enemy, blood
What's my only? (Gun shots)
All y'all done take the bitch niggas out the street, son
I ain't with all that, man
Rollin by, I'ma shoot the shit, I might shoot anything, anybody
Yeah, it's the Ghost and the most anticipated
I updated the standards, upgraded my Spanish
Was up late with the hammers, hidin inside the North Face
Panhandlin raw base, duckin' a court case
As kids it was crazy, see I don't like to talk about it
We was playin tag, I found the body and just walked around it
I come from the gutter, no, I come from the bottom
No, I come from fifty feet underneath where they found Sodom
Nothin' was a walk in the park, that'll get you robbed
This ain't Central Park, it's Brooklyn, don't nobody jog
Everybody hard pressed for guap
So yeah, we wild like Ron Artest a lot
It's best you stop screwin' around, homie, and give me mine
Or get cooked in front of your girl like y'all in Benihana's
Don't want your lung, just want your ones, won't do you any harm
If you just stop movin', see? A couple twenties gone
Time is money and money, I ain't got time
Trust me, the notebook is right beside the Glock nine
I look at both of 'em every day, so y'all can go 'head and play
That's word to everything, I'll put this pen away
Time is money and money, I ain't got time
Trust me, the notebook is right beside the Glock nine
I look at both of 'em every day, so y'all can go 'head and play
That's word to everything, I'll put this pen away
Fuck around, get pistol-whipped fuckin' with me
Westside, I don't play that shit, blood
They got me fucked up
Now you know, this just a little toy gun to me right here, blood
You know, when a nigga fuck around
Wanna get some gangsta shit, nigga go...