why do i try to conqure hip hop,wen its always full of money grabbers//
they try to dig inside ya pocket like the goverment with mind tappers//
our bretherin in the hoods aint got a chance so they turn to clappin//
they try to get good and dance like they free,but they still gang banging//
bang marvine cuz pay ups late,wen the studio bosses bang us for time//
and wen we talk about our problems in the nation,the goverment say we lying//
bitches jus wine and dine and then some,just to take some of us for granted//
they shop-till-they-drop,go out to spend some,give us a label and leave us branded//
slap bitch both hands,im jus all right,left handed smackin' should stop her habbit//
thank fuck i aint got no credit cards cuz bills wud travel far and reach other planets//
from hoes-to-taxes,bills-to-rent money i got no idea how we all survive//
from all the money we get taken from our hands its hard to believe that im alive//
if all the guning in the streets wont kill a man,then money will//
i remeber times wen old folks told me,to make some cash,ya gota have skills//
then why the fuck am i ready to kill,gun in my hand awaiting orders//
like im some pro from the C.I.A with bills to pay in diffirent borders//
i saw new shoes,but cant afford em,cuz i had no cash to sboil my self//
like many say wen they got no shit,if i got no money,atleast' got my health//
whats that if its deteriorating,hating myself,cuz i'v always been told i'v always failed//
im always wonderin,debating myself,on if i boarded lifes boat,did it ever sail//
so grab a glass,cuz ur all gona get raped,get ur hard earnd money stolen from ya hands//
while ya makin a measily hundred dollaz,ya bigg azz bosses keeping a hundred grandz//