Artist: Prodigal Sunn f/ 12 O'Clock, Inspectah Deck, J. Wells Album: Get Money (S) Song: Get Money Typed by: Cno Evil [12 O'Clock] Duke, any old way, see I'm a catcher for days Til my son take the tray, I did the song with Rae Nutty Professors, we living life crazy better See me and my brothers do whatever I'm feeling good, looking good, I play the stay in your neighborhood Tilts my hood, muthafucka, put your sick See double O, and light green with the glow Professional, get my niggas in my show Ten 10's the dough, drunk til I throw up The price on them Wu women bikers Now how many real bitches feeling righteous? I guess you, I rhyme for the Brooklyn Zu W-U, and the Two, I bring life in the young gods like Pooh Scale like amusement parks, heart in the dark 12 get this party to start, plus I pull up in that truck That's Porsche, play the boss, princess cut All up in the cross, tell no lie, my chain hang down to my thigh And I'mma die getting this money before I die I'm from Brooklyn, Bedstuy, where them niggas stay high New York, New York niggas stay fly When I'm in L.A., go have a meeting with Tommy Motala About the money [Inspectah Deck] Big bills, just give me mines on the backhand side, we keep it live Like, Wes Snipes, busting lead pipes on the side Head spin like Sprewell rims, lens thumping out the CL Benz, with my female friends Bay bro, stay low in the grind, totin' the nine Over time shine, keep niggas focused on mines He a wank pro, with bankrolls to tranq hoes Lame flows and stay at shows, he blaze those Heavy head off the Remy red, on some bullshit Semi's and full clip, my niggas gon' pull quick It's not a game, daddy pack a white hot flame Drop game on the slot that travel hundred block range We made men, hustle til dawn, bad as Russell Forn Sure to move the crowd with muscles and arm It's the madness, the baddest to splash this, gorillas get amped, kid We at it, don't chance it, don't chance it [Chorus: J. Wells] Get that money, get that money Get that money, get that money We bout' to get that paper, get that paper We bout' to get that hustler paper, oh, lord Glamour and glitz, get that dough Niggas poppin' Crys', get that dough Niggas bling the the wrist, get that dough It's all about the gross on that, but you can't foe [Prodigal Sunn] 20-03, under the Sun, Brooklyn guns Young thoroughbread, kept the leads scheming on funds From the gritty grind, city times, nickels and dimes Hustle for mine, floating through the city divine Block the H-Squared, custom suade Louis design Yours truly, I feel that it's my duty to shine Do me in time, jail ain't no place to resign Heavy on the mind, heavy on the brain sustained Face bitter from the taste of champaigne, ace in the game Play in the range, bitch niggas sell it fame Snitching telling lames, caught up in the glamour of dames See the rules all on your plot of the raw, ya'll straight puss' While ya'll niggas dush, I smoke that green kush [Chorus]