ILL BILL - Economics '91 lyrics

Film excerpt:
"You guys are the new blood you’re gonna
Go home with the kessef you are
The future big swinging dicks of this firm
Now, you all look money hungry
And that’s good
Anybody tells you money is the root of all
Evil doesn’t fuckin’ have any they say
Money can’t buy happiness? Look
At the fuckin’ smile on my face ear to ear
Baby"

Film excerpt:
"I love everything about money"
"You can be a millionaire
And never pay taxes"

Rush, I got to rush to my destination
I woke up late
Time for other transportations
Trains and busses - public
Adorations so better turn
But where I'm going to is a
Place where it really burns
And burns my brain, my job, my occupation
Another motherfucking source of frustration
$425 an hour, leaves my mouth sour
Minimum wage's like I'm caged
In the prison tower
Day in and day out another person flips
They can't cope so they
Create their own economics with an UZI
Some ammunition and a flak jacket
Stick-up kids wanna be fat like Buddy Hackett
And get props, ranks, thanks, power position
A piece of paper with a
Picture of a dead politician
So many times I've seen people
Play stupid for money
And at the funeral it isn't funny
But nevertheless the world turns
It doesn't burn
Cuz money make the world go round
Is what I always heard
That's when I got that sadly look on my face
No matter how fast I run
I always wind up in last place
So I just like when I
Pick myself up an automatic
So I can get my paycheck
Without the daily static
Got nothing to lose except my head
Yo, I'm in it to win it and
I'mma spray the town blood red
Entrepreneurial skills coming all fly
And economically it doesn't matter
If somebody die it's all about getting the
Dollars that y'all spend
So give it up before I put
Your life in past tense
"yeah, I got money coming out my ass"
"yeah, I got money coming out my ass"