yo
this is a tail
the dog that pulls the tail will be busy
party people
going down
they doing the * state register
YOU CALL ME
matter right?
you got importance in my lives
Don't ask me for nothin'
Cause we close before I drink the * that you love me
But that * don't matter to me
Cause pussy makes me fuckin' dip in blood
One to keep the young,
two to keep the young
Three to get the juice, four to * the coke
Kill the bitch and break a nigga down to the last cent
Taking care of a kid's pain,
a month you work your way
Can't understand how niggas break their back,
hit back
I turn around and give the hoe checks to the fools
I bust a sucker,
stupid motherfucker,
pussy whoop hand
Take those cake ass niggas, leave it up to me
And I'ma break these huckers,
the rats out for cheese
While I chase them,
yo,
make money first priority
Cause money brings authority, hoes a majority
I make my mind my priority, just ain't * man
They comin' down the present,
tell this to my partner
Cause it's hoes fuckin' present
Now he walk around with his mob pokin' hand
Threaten to kill himself,
put the glock to his mouth
But what he need to know is that he's just another victim
Of a stinky *, ho, he let pussy go
He need to be the big uproar, motherfuckin' cash
Money makes the world go round, not ass
You got a * money,
you got a * money
You can swear that you love it,
but that * don't make it
Cause pussy makes me walkin',
hit me,
money makes me count
It don't make dollars, it don't make spends
Know why you call my house if you can't pay my rent
Rent money gives rent, you hoes gettin' urged
Pussy make me fuckin' hell,
but that paper make me cum
Can't you have some,
baby girl,
what you got for daddy?
When I roll down the window,
throw the cash in like daddy
Get your money right, wanna be down with me?
Let me see you break a trick
Put me a million, million around this world
I could roll,
I'm a John Wick,
I can't count no more
I doubt that any hoe could have me trippin' and sprawlin'
If she gave me the footwork,
I'd work a wonderful time
But you ain't the one,
remember the nights you went You'll never get fly,
got the episode on Tintin * me,
hit me,
bitch,
I told you,
get an un The pussy make me think,
yeah,
that money make me cum,
I ain't done
You got a * money,
you got a * money You got a * money,
you got a * money You can swear that you love it,
but that * don't make it Cause pussy makes me walkin',
hit me,
money makes me count
I've been living life sweating a bitch Got no time for hoes now,
trying to get rich
Some of you niggas don't think the same You're paying these hoes,
* up the game
Especially motherfuckers talking that
* About how you let that hoe suck it,
you did
Now,
brother knows you brought them bitches five outfits
You even got their nails done and their hair fixed
Once had a bitch act,
billed for some cash Made her drink it out my ride,
then I bashed on the gas
Left the band,
but it stayed a long way from home
Who can tell a bitch to get a funky ass song?
Then I heard these niggas say they love the *
Every time I see these haters,
they be catching the bus Man,
it couldn't be,
I can't see how you do it
You got a * money,
you got a * money You got a * money,
you got a * money
You got a * money,
you got a * money You can swear that you love it,
but that * don't make it
Coach Pussy makes me bargain,
everybody makes me count
About some pimping,
now figure out if you're the head or the tail in this pimping tale
Take me for a ride now,
got to go get inside the offload
This is the Word to the Street Radio,
I'm Nick Thurow,
2004, New York South
Welcome to the millennium