Artist: Napoleon f/ Jim Jones Album: Kingpin Wit Da Inkpen Song: Make Money Typed by: Cno Evil [Intro: Jim Jones] Uh-huh, it's your boy Jones, Capo Status New York's rider man, 50 state rebels I'm back on the 95 South, that highway, nigga You know, Illuminati Network, I got you Napoleon, don't worry bout nothing, you dig? When I'm in V.A., dope boy, holla at me We gon' do this right, Norfolk, I got you in mind Straight g'd up [Jim Jones] Don't burn a bridge with a brother like me Just learn a biz, from a brother like me We burn down cribs when it comes to the beef We murder shit and give you something to see Converti' whip while I'm tucking the seat (Ferrari something, no top) My past life living is like last night's living And we don't stop for red lights in this fast life living Hustle crack all day, busting gats broad day 20/20 on the get high, couple yac on haze Life's a bitch, she heavy on them missiles Same shit, different place, for every ghetto that I've been through That beef come, you see us hopping in the rides Big chopper on the side, fuck the coppers, we gon' ride And I'm from Harlem, where we do our lobby networks Catch me down in Norfolk, with my Illuminati Network We push 'caine to the fiends, to get that money Drop cash on your deal, and push ya waves to the scene [Chorus 2X: Jim Jones] We get money, that's all we ever wanted Standing on this corner, ducking warrants, getting blunted Getting money, that's why we choose to hustle My niggas gotta eat, and we get tired of the struggle [Napoleon] Aiyo, I roll with The Diplomats, Caesar's Palace rivers got my thickest stack When you see the 51 square, son, hit me back With mini macs, I ran up in spots, that had plenty straps Samsonite suitcases of crack, give me that I'm like a mobster, backpack damage your ale Randy Carter told Gail, don't give me no bail I'm too evasive, grimey as a dirty nomad Ghetto location, I learn from the birdy Gomez How to transport diesel on planes with rubber platter China White or Medallin mud, it doesn't matter If you rob me, the brains or your brother get splattered Body parts of your baby mother get scattered Like when we party, I sip either Henny or Noddy No wallets, rings, the feds got me sitting with Gotti I send me a body, Venni Vetti Vecci your hotty Watch the God make a killing off the enemy's hotty If I want you bad enough, I just sit in your lobby Ask why I caught in the grids, three dimensions on shotties Keep the aim right, my game tight, I'm the type of nigga That'll sell you a half a brick, rob you the same night Fame heights, should of known, seven was a strange price Thanks anyway, I owe you for getting my chain iced Same spice revealed, that my crew will stay mobsters Pablo Escobar, kangaroo, play soccer for the tourists All about a marketing scheme So hot, right now, I'm seeing NARC's in my dreams It was glory, but I knew they had, glocks in they jeans Try to get a Christmas bonus just for knocking my team If I'm not with my queen, I'm on the block with the kings Serving them mobster fiends, trying to cop me a grin Find your Velante, come through like Traficante With a chick ten times hotter than Beyonce [Chorus 2X]