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Rollin

Saukrates f. Masta Ace and O.C
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Money makes the world go round So watch a nigga rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' I makes greenbacks on mean tracks it seems that Life ain't nuthin' but phat cars and cream stacked Two stories high, I wouldn't wanna die Poor, broke and lonely, no joke I'm only A hop, jump and skip from thirty Gotta get my hands dirty if I wanna see cash that's gonna last I hit you with a blast, straight from the heart Yo where's the mass, gotta go for broke without a cast Ain't shit changed but nickels and dimes to G notes We floats in plush rides and crush prides And jack fakers, crack makers never left the Neighborhood, cash rules everything except me That's what cream mean, it don't rule the mind On Valentine's Day nigga you still couldn't find The heart to try to step to, fuck with, mess with You're desperate, stop bullshittin' and nigga let's get All this dough like Pillsbury and I still bury Wack rappers, in ninety-six kid I feel very Confident it's my year too, and my tongue'll tear you Keep rollin' in dough and son I hear you Money makes the world go round So watch a nigga rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' Yeah, the slogan of ghetto dwellers and such The phrase of an organized bank rush Sittin' on top of the dome like Al Capone Interceptin' drug carriers and takin' it home Popularity can make you a buck But nigga that shit is luck Solidify your cash, you're the biggest guy Got tooken out, the bitch caught a disease Called the plague Saukrates, now who's got the G's? Desperado, getaway cars hittin' the throttle Pinchin' diamonds the size of the lotto Any kind of hesitation, twenty-five to life you get Come out kickin' Carlito 'cause you can't resist In your world wife and kids become the minority 'Cause yen, francs, marks, and dollars are priority On stage frontin' as if the mic makes all your cream Before the time paid off the Sandman and saw your dream Nigga quit it, you in it for the cash admit it 'Cause I did it and never gave a fuck for rap critics Realize Corleone style, I know some niggas desperate Would sell they mothers for a seven digit figure Don't you get it? Nigga Money makes the world go round So watch a nigga rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' Yo Sauk, yo Ace, what's up, money over there Whippin' on the street like he just don't care He's flamboyant see, annoyin', ignant nigga Figured he gon' be rollin' all his life Bein' the big bad bull motherfucker, what? Sellin' drugs, you ain't nothin' but a sucker Uh, carefree mode, your mind mad mushy Intelligence all fuzzy Get shot street nigga forgot who was he Here to put things in perspective, do right Don't defy laws of life, you'll be deceased or arrested Mastermind design you had to assign Swiffa Madman dream of a major alliance Your world revolves around gold, cars and diamonds Sluts and scars, braggin' behind bars 'Til wake up call, face off the jail bully Takin' your manhood as though you had a pussy Come home see your man, now the lies arise Tellin' your man you was fightin' niggas twice your size Your conscience is feelin' it, sippin' a brew Two ways you got screwed, by the system and a stiff one Mental swollen, your manhood stolen Wrecked and got dug out for the price of rollin' Money makes the world go round So watch a nigga rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin'