Song Lyrics Real Live - Money Shows    [Lyrics & Song Text Archive] lyrics archive>> R>> Real Live Singer Lyrics [Real Live other resources]>> Money Shows Song Lyrics Author/Artist/Singer: Real Live Music Title/Track: Money Shows Theme ID: 6939 Album: N/A [Larry-O] The K made the brotherly hit I be enhancing The predator editor wigsplita like Manson Who wanna see if they can bang with me? Ya'll people ain't got enough D-O-E As sure as a thousand grams equals a key I be the all metro from the E-A-S-T You got a pistol and scared to pull Your zig-zagging I'm hittin with a barrage of bullets My technique freaks when I speak I do phenomenal feats with astronomical beats I'm certified insane My vocab will stab any rapper in the brain (Hey player what you workin with?) I got four broads they all wanna get hit Plus a fifth of Remy a quarter pound of good shit We off the K's crib time to split [Larry-O] I got a shorty in my scope I'm brown like dope Coming back like good coke I smoke til I choke The pimp with the walk and the talk Cartel from New Jers well connected in New York Freaks I like to fool em punks I like to tool em Before I roll my dice you know a player gotta school em Streetwise dramatical lyrically mathematical I'm mentally equipped I'm in a cage combatical When I stack cream chickens attract like magnets Plus brothers be open and only hit by fragments Of platinum shrapnel I consume the whole room A coliseum I'm turning the joints into my museum Your more mad cos I rated well planned It's the rap scene was puzzled cos I hit em full blast I got a concept that everybody know Its all about the money and shows so here we go [Larry-O] I've been official from day 1 I'm stacking my bank son I make the joints for the killers that spray guns And all the shorties running game acting naughty Taking rookies for their stock in every city and every block The stage is set for me to rock Quick sound check the street sweepers on cock Crabs like to test the stretch I got the pearl handled .45 and camouflage vest Stop, think cop a cold drink Kick it with a freak but do your dirt on the sneak Why?Groupies like to tell mad lies Loot is on your mind and I can see it in your eye You ain't said nothing slick yo You used to play the dime roll now your sweating KNO Cos a player got bagged an shit Ripping up shit and we refuse to quit Related Lyrics Random lyrics: Call For Love, Come And Get You Love, Come And Get Your Love, Deep In the Night, How Deep Is Your Love?, I Want You, If You Should Ever Be Lonely, If You Should Ever Be Lonely (Deep In the Night), Its On You, Je Suis Amoureux, Look At Me, Look At Me Now, Love And Devotion, Megablast, Nite To Remember O Jay Solo, One More Time, Ooh Boy, Operator, Out Of Control, Rhythm Is A Dancer, Run Away, RunAway, Rythem is a Dancer, Sleeping With An Angel, Streetfighter, Auld Lang Syne, Ault Mrs Hunt, Ballad Of Jon Silver, Bastards, Bitch Off The Money, Bonnie Mary, Ceilidh, Cross The Ocean, Dance Around The Whisky, Donald Wheres Yer Troosers, Drink The Way I Do, Flower Of Scotland, Get Lost, Gi Us A Dram, Heather Bells, Jennifer Que, Kilt, LassieRoamin In The Gloamin, Lest We Forget, Loch Lamond, Loch Lomond, Mainland, My Bonnie, Nessie, Oot Aboot, Other Real Live song Lyrics Crime is Money Lyrics Day You Die Lyrics Get Down For Mine Lyrics Real Live Shit Lyrics Real Live Shit Remix Lyrics The Gimmicks Lyrics The Turnaround Lyrics They Got Me Lyrics Trilogy of Terror Lyrics Other Artists Real McCoy Lyrics Real McKenzies Lyrics Real Thing Lyrics Real Thing The Lyrics Reality 1St Lyrics Reality Check Lyrics Realm Lyrics Realm Psycho Lyrics Realtime Lyrics Reamon Lyrics All lyrics are property and copyright of their owners and are strictly for educational purposes only. lyricstrue.net Copyright © 2005-2007 All Rights Reserved., , Privacy policy