Artist: Hawk & Kryme Album: Exit 13 Song: Progress Typed by: pneumatic [Intro: Tommy Whispers] Money first, T.M.F. The Money First [Tommy Whispers] New day in age, New faces gettin payed Screw faces gettin sprayed, Keep your eyes on the paper And watch out for the raid cause they commin to getcha Them ugly ass mornings I will never forget them Flushin down everything, Caught up in a fuckin sting Once more Rodney King's beatin up the fiends Cause the fiends keep tellin and they make it hard to sling See I'm a hustler, So you know I gotta do my thing I don't play corners, I don't move until my phone ring Vring-Vring, Wooo, It sounds like money The black bag boys fuck the duffle bag money I'll catch ya movin bricks when it's dark till it's sunny I gotta think rich cause if not I'll stay bummy And I like to stay fresh, It's T.M.F. Operation number like the I.R.S., Get fresh, And get checks [Kryme Life] Yeah, Get fresh nigga, Progress to impress nigga Get paid, Don't settle for less nigga, Word up, Yo They say time's movin slow, But I say it's movin fast I'm still in the lab shovin crack in these bags Posted on the Ave., Throwin back Corona's On the same corners, What a slow drag I throw my headphones on, Open up my pad The beat say go then I start to move fast Zone'n, Rap potent, Nigga take a blast Kryme you can't clone him, These niggas is trash I pick my microphone up, Start actin bad I do it cause I'm drivin they just do it for a fad Huh, I just laugh take aim and go, It's gung ho It aint a game niggas know the name, T.M.F. The niggas with the meanest flow We throw, Scrap that, Shake that, Clean the dope We in the flesh, The next big thing to blow Just cut the check, If you aint got mine I'm at your neck Pfft, But all do respect, We got next nigga Progress to impress nigga Get paid, Never settle for less nigga, Word up We came a long way from little sceam and triple beam dreams Uh huh, Doin big things, Equip with a mean team, Yeah Grindin, Headline'n, Diamonds that bling, I'm shine'n Doin that work, I put mine in New York state of mind, Nigga I think Kryme Put me in front of mountains, Baby I'm gone climb Any which way to make a buck on time I'm on it, Always on the front line [Tommy Whispers] Ayo Kryme you cook it, I'll chop it, We bag it I'll custom, Lets dust em, We don't fuck with faggots Ratchets like cell phones, They stay on the hip One call from the clip and I'm lettin her rip Chip stackers, We don't spend a cent on a bitch Cause, Ninety percent all she gettin is dick Mr. Whisp keep em rollin like a forty lot six Somethin only I get, Cause you aint from my strip Stapleton Projects, The most infamous On Staten Isle borough, And any district We get it in with [Outro: Tommy Whispers] Yeah, Tomma-Hawk, Kryme Life, Unspoken Another dose of that rawness-rawness Applaud this