Artist: Forever M.C. & It's Different f/ DMX, KXNG Crooked, Royce Da 5'9", Statik Selektah Album: Forever M.C. Song: King Kong Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Intro: scratches by Statik Selektah] "Make money, make money money money" "T-t-t-take money, take money money money" "Make money, make money money money" "Take money, take money money money" [KXNG Crooked] I'm King Kong, this my theme song With Sky on the hook, we touch Kareem's soul Your team's on, homie dream on In the movie 'bout pussies you play the lead role Sensitive rapper, oh sensitive rappers We meant to get active, we interact with killers and factors We chillin with trappers, we in the back with infamous jackers and infinite clappers, ribs to the back, we get the shit crackin Exactly like that, the streets give me $100 credit Keep it one hundred, nothin sweet like a fuckin diabetic And hip-hop ain't dead, but radio programmers should be Fuck it, I just said it, nothin I regretted, unapologetic This whole rap industry's like a survival quest And the idiot sittin behind the desk is your final test First they'll censor you then tax you like the IRS Jerk me for my money, you better buy a vest, you better have a iron chest It's like a couple of pervs with ear fetishes Fuck what you heard, you're ear-relevant Whether jugglin birds or hustlin words For mathematics we 'bout action, that's numbers and verbs Yeah [Interlude 1: DMX] Ooooh, ooooh Ooooh, AHHHHHHH! [Chorus 2X: DMX] We gon' get it! (WHAT!) Give it to 'em! (YEAH!) We gon' get it! (WHAT!) Now give it to 'em! (C'MON!) [Interlude 2: scratches by Statik Selektah] + (DMX) (Ooooh) "Make money, make money money money" (ooooh) (Ooooh) "T-t-t-take money, take money money money" [Royce Da 5'9"] I'm a legendary rapper, clap a TEC quick Blastin at your baby bassinet, snap a neck, snatch a necklace All I see is money, pussy, fame, power 60-minute flights through them rain showers, that's because the plane's ours/hours 'Bout to turn these money stacks to algebra, and shotgun your passenger You're 'bout to take a dirt nap like Africa And we the fuckin money team, read it and weep Ask me why I'm leavin the D, I'm bob and weavin the heat Modesty is the least, while respect is just a catch-22 Give it to get it or expect to just catch 22 They call me King Karma, I've seen crowns laid down in extreme carnage Put mean garments between me and armor And I ain't even rhymin man, I'm just bein honest man I will have yo' body lyin in your home while your soul flyin to the Promised Land Bitches actin like I got a gold bone cause I'm in they stomach like sonograms [Interlude 1] [Chorus] [Interlude 2] [DMX] Man, don't party talk a nigga, like I'm in a wheelchair You straight tryna walk a nigga - I'm from New York nigga! Pull out and bang 'em with the hawk nigga Bop bop bop! Outlined in chalk nigga Stick a fork in a nigga, I'm in the gym jumpin rope Liftin weights, fighting bags, speed bag, you can't cope Every word that I've ever said, they hang onto it And even though I said it, if it wasn't truth, they ain't gon' do it Cause I, write in my books cause my books is what I say And what I say is my life and as the, life took away Cause the, path has been dark for, oh so long I spit it from the heart from the start, it can't go wrong Nigga! [Chorus]