Money

Cydal! One Step Beyond Cydal! One Step Beyond Cydal! Chorus Money! (Money found, but broke right now, this Cydal, Mobb.) Is my everything! (Money found, but broke right now, this Cydal, Mobb.) Money! Ohhoohhh (Money found, but broke right now, this Cydal Mobb.) Is my everything! Verse 1 *(Mr. Eklipze of Cydal)* Time is simply passin Got me diggin dead Presidents up Livin corrupted So fuck it, there's forfittin Juss more grippin, how to trap it No cops attracted Never fuckin wit telecommunications So they can't tap it No fingerprints No balistics juss tryin to trace on Game laced on drug free zones Thugs be on Some hot power Rifle tower to rip yo head off For bread or soak in a puddle of brokeness and stress Verse 2 *(Yukmouth of the Luniz)* Now Who wanna test the "Champion" like Buju Banton? Plan to leave very few standin when you hand that cannon to me Been in Dangerous Music like Bohannan What you mean souljah?! Ya betta off drinkin King Cobra Went to clean over there on 8-8 Fo tryin ta playa hate The straight laced Triple Gold Break, break gripple holds I told That bitch like Joe Ya bitch Lil bitch Lil, lil bitch Lil bitch!! Verse 3 *(Numskull of the Luniz)* I need to stop fuckin bitches for points Drinkin loochie Coochie juss ain't my thang now Hoes in all 50 states got AIDS now I ain't fuckin wit nothin that's gon' show stop Money is the root to all evil so I need that to begin Spend money on hoochies? Yeah right mutha fucka! Splittin pussies for free Bitch, juss to say I'm me Be the one stackin I'm backpackin it to school What you thought? That I would play the fool? Bitch I need money! *(Chorus)* Verse 4 *(Dru Down)* Been in an out of traffic Hella long since I seen a matress Knots don't stop on the turf Wearin some 5's, Nike's and a T-Shirt Little G Became to be a shark (What?!) Won't let you fuck wit me Specialize into that greenery Meanin to do Whatever the fuck I wanna do Even if it means settin up shop by a pre-school (Progress) Have them bustas waitin to plot an plan (Money) Hangin out the window, bustin pumps wit Tech's Verse 5 *(T-Luni of Cydal)* Raised how it sounds For every portion Every fortune Believe a nigga needed some thousands Proceed Juss smokin weed an pullin G's runnin from housin You thought of consequences When the coppas visit Got me hoppin fences Droppin rocks, but I'm survivin from these snitches And ain't no coppin knots, juss coppin Yola Youngsta caught up in that street life 700 block of soldiers But I'm surrounded in this world Where I'm loved by many And hated by few Respected by ya'll An those that don't they can fall *(Chorus)* 2x Money One Step Beyond