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Money on My Brain
MF DOOM, MF Grimm, B-1, Kool G Rap
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'95, Keep it live, yeah, to make papers, you know what I'm sayin'?
Motherfuckin' Kool G Rap, the B-1, and my motherfuckin' man Grimm
He's comin' with somethin' to kick the brainstem
Word up, word up, man, word, '95
Ladies and gentlemen, word up
It's big one, son, Jamaica, Queens is the turf
And I'ma exploit Heaven and Earth for what it's worth
It's the MC extraordinaire, the jewels glare, the God is rare
I'm takin' bitches back to my lair
I want mines and yours, strippin' niggas to they drawers
No probable cause, with the chrome double-fours
It's the Queens New Yorker with a bulletproof parka
In '84, it was Calvins and British Walkers
Now I'm sippin' Harveys Bristol Cream with the Glock 17
As the sirens race to the scene
Tryna get dough like Pablo, today, fuck tomorrow
Seats Recaro, 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
Paraphernalia and material makes the crew imperial
I'm puttin' 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 niggas deaded and wetted, don't forget it
Money's the metal and my hand is magnetic
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 bring fame to my name
Money's on my motherfuckin' brain
Niggas be schemin' 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
Cryin', hopin' God forgive me for the ones I killed
But until still, I drop my eyes with hundred-dollar bills
Like McDonald's, makin' mills servin'
Fuck a Land Cruiser now, 'cause I got
Two Suburbans (From Staten Island)
Stressed out, sittin', thinkin' past bedtime
Scared, can't sleep, nightmares about Fed time
Diamonds, linens, ostrich and all that
Fat shit, I talk in 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 (Right)
Cuties every color, who I wanna fuck next?
Buy a new car, maybe Lamborghini truck 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
I gotta flip these bricks 'cause bein' broke drive me insane
Money's on my motherfuckin' brain (Yeah, you know it)
From O-Z's to ki's, the triple beam bring fame to my name
Money's on my motherfuckin' brain (Motherfuckin' right)
Niggas be schemin' and teamin', but still, I maintain
Money's on my fuckin' brain (Yeah, let's keep it together)
'Cause money and murder go hand in hand, it ain't nothin' but a game
Money's on my motherfuckin' brain (Represent this thing)
I'm sportin' flavors and Timbs, a '95 Benz with the chrome rims
Presidential Rolex, two-carat diamonds with the snow gems
Pockets filled with lucci, leather wallets designed by Gucci
Party in restaurants, eatin' shrimp, scampi, and sushi
Fly minks, wet icicles that blink inside Cuban links
Lookin' spank, puffin' stank, got loot like I'm doin' banks
Hundred-dollar bottles of Shammy, condos in Miami
From O-Z's up at the Grammys, the broke niggas can't stand me
Hold the flame, blow, hotel suites inside the Flamingo
It's on by the dingos, I step up and I'm rockin' Kangols
Straight up fakin' no jax 'cause all my crack shacks are jam-packed
My math stacks so that I'm on the right track like Amtrak
So stand back 'cause I'ma make whatever it takes
To shake Jakes or shoot snakes and
Bake more snowflake cakes than Drakes
Cut up your grill like I'm the Barber of the Ville
Steal like Gotti, bodies are found inside the harbor 'cause I'm ill
To sport, 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 Copacabanas, cock back the hammers
'Til niggas in pajamas get they wigs split like bananas
Same with the hotties, niggas 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
I gotta flip these bricks 'cause bein' broke drive me insane
Money's on my motherfuckin' brain (Motherfuckin' right)
From O-Z's to ki's, the triple beam bring fame to my name
Money's on my motherfuckin' brain (Paper, baby)
Niggas be schemin' and teamin', but still, I maintain
Money's on my fuckin' brain (Get the C.R.E.A.M.)
'Cause money and murder go hand in hand, it ain't nothin' but a game
Money's on my motherfuckin' brain
Word up, yeah, just that real shit for the '95, baby
You know it, fuck all you broke motherfuckers
Oh, you motherfuckers, nigga
Representin' Manhattan, yeah
Corona in the motherfuckin' house, dog
Keepin' it real, represent the Diamond D's
Word, big dude, keepin' it real for the '95, dog
Uh, yeah, kickin' that shit
Big ups to my nigga J Black, yeah
Long drop, pass that weed, fool
Underground motherfuckin' flavor, fools