Cypress Hill - Money lyrics

Yo i got this plan to make some money
I want you to keep this shit to yourself
At 6: 15 am the truck pulls out
The post office on Lakershim and Wilshire
Now it makes one stop before
It goes to Sacramento
Which is a mail drop-off at
First Federal Loan and Savings

I did whatever I could to get by
Slang dope, jack people, hands in the sky
When you livin' on the edge
Yeah holmie it's a high
You get caught up in the
Drama and eventually you die
Livin' in a hard world some are livin' lies
Son you better wise up and open up your eyes
Shit it never easy, homie people will connive
Better have a hustle if you mean to survive
Why you're so greedy, can you tell us all why
Look homie believe me
You're fuckin' metal ply
For the Dollar everybody is
A target that's real
Talkin' is smog you're fate's
Signed and sealed you could be the next one
Cross 'em in the path
What maybe if you do the math
You can avoid the blood bath
All the Money that we stole
Too weak to take greed
Give it to an honest man
The Money is still deep

Dollar bill y'all dollar bill y'all
Dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar
Dollar bill y'all

Fiend for the mean green
Never get enough is a
Mother fuckin' gangsta dream
For the love of the cash flow
You could live fast and you could die slow
Show where's the can bet your
Ass you believe it
Cause niggas that you know try
Hard to be schemin'
Work hard is fuck, for everything to rock
You a dead motherfucker 'fore I get got
Fools got game floss and drop names
My move's faster than a runaway train
Fuck the world, don't ask me for shit
Catch you on your knees and
You want some dick
Spot a gold nigga with a hairline trigger
Each root your name the reputation get bigger
For the love of the Money, pussy, drugs
Fools change and get all twisted up

Dollar bill y'all dollar bill y'all
Dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar
Dollar bill y'all

Only if ya better keep your eyes peeled
Cause you were talkin' for
Jacks and that's real
Whether you rap or do biz or drug deal
Homie, for the Dollar you
Can get yourself killed he decided to jet
It could happen with no discussion
Straps of all pain, fool's fuckin' eruptin'
For the green little papers
Jackin' your neighbors
But what if your neighbor put
Arms in his favor
Moved up the heater to mash you punk bitches
Don't wanna earn shit
You wanna jack for the riches
Nothin' in life's for free
My nigga learn that
You burn someone, they might just burn back
Scorchin' niggas to the third degree
Auh y'all triggers deserve to be
Put out of you misery, you're history son
When your body disappears then
The mystery come

Dollar bill y'all dollar bill y'all
Dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar
Dollar bill y'all