BROKE!) Got to get my hands on some Money, more money Got to get my hands on some [Bushwick Bill:] I was BORN in a cheap-ass hospital Brought to 5th Ward
table I'm unstabile, look in my eyes It's showin' death Fuck right, I go on livin' Wanna see a mil, before I'm killed Get a house on the hills if it's
in 3rd Ward checkin' his traps Collectin' his scratch protection' his snap Use to always tell a nigga keep your mind on paper Bitches in your head you keep your eyes on
you not expect us to take another shot But durin' all this time we dont live together Stupid me thought that you would go get your shit together You know..get
plastic, the world that you once told me [Chorus x4: MOI] [K] It's time to get right [M] Flamboyant status [K] Smack a cop [M] N'ia what? [Kool Keith
got my DJ on the table, And they all go by the name of the mighty Fullpack, As we proceed to bring it to you on the turntables, He came on the track cuz
dressed, smokin on some serious dank grabbed my keys off the table and a bid ol bank I hit interstate 80 and I'm rollin joint's still burnin and I'm smokin
cryin [Tec] Which one of you motha fuckers got the nuts to run up on us? Get sliced up by us, when I get to use the Mac ninety Get real grimey, skedatle
Cowards, non-believers, contradictors, I'm comin' to get ya You try to frame me without the picture Shit, I'm obligated, to be a Juvenile for life It
