Slaine, Ea$y Money, Chilla Jones - Coke Money Jones lyrics

[Slaine, Ea$y Money, Chilla Jones - Coke Money Jones lyrics]

Ea$y Money, the track matador
But, I don't wave capes at bulls
To murder you lyrically I am cap-a-ble
'sup hater, I see how your face is screwed
How convenient - always been one
To play with tools
See, I got the hammer, my squad is nuts
So you better bolt 'fore we wash a nigga up
My dogs I'm in the lab with
Makin' wild classics
To pile mad chips, paper like a foul carrot
And to get it we bang bang with the toaster
Bring ya man with you, aim flame
Hit you both up
Main aim is to gain fame and get mo' bucks
Easy, Chilla, my man Slaine from the Coka
Rap dudes ain't fuckin' with that
Make sure we spit that shit
Till the chips stack quicker
Mama you fly but I can't kick back with ya
But, you can hold Dick
Like you kidnapped Richard

Ea$y Money Helltown, and you don't stop
Slaine reppin Roslindale, and you don't quit
Chilla Jones Dorchester, and you don't stop
Coke Money Jones, and we're on our own shit

My habit's are bad, my intentions are worse
They criticize my sentences
Try to censor my verse
Cause, I'm insensitive
They thought I was pensive at first
Like I was Asian
But, I'm just more expensive to jerk
I'm feelin caged in like a
Lion trapped in a zoo
I'm not relyin on what other
Rappers happen to do
I stick both of my fists in glass
Fuckin wrap 'em in glue if I have to
Leave you bleedin while we're laughin at you
But, if there ain't a lotta violence
Then I don't feel at home
Makin Money look Ea$y with enough
Dope to Chilla Jones
The eyes of a hawk, heart of a lion
A killer's dome so many demons in my past
I ain't never feel alone
I got my mind made up
It's fightin in the level
That I took it since I put it
On 'The White Man Is the Devil'
What you're lookin at, you're
Starin at a legend, poppy
It's pretty obvious I got the city locked
And you could never stop me

Ea$y Money Helltown, and you don't stop
Slaine reppin Roslindale, and you don't quit
Chilla Jones Dorchester, and you don't stop
Coke Money Jones, and we're on our own shit

You are wild, Slaine
Nowadays I'm a vowed name
I brainstorm, let the cloud rain
Ha, we set the standard for lyrical
Cause every 16 is plain
Nuts like planters original
Splittin hard, not the one to be pissin off
Listen, I got bars on lock
Like a prison guard
Are we feudin with beef, yo?
Knock at your door, pop in the four
Put two in your peep hole
You wanna battle? Stupid, I beast those
Now you in front of foul lines
Like you shootin a free throw
East Coast reppin, Beantown violator
I'm on point off top like a skyscraper
Annihilator, you can try, hater
Just push me
The Tec wet pussies like a vibrator
Slaine said body it, hit 'em with cocky shit
Now watch me spit more punches
Than a Rocky flick

Ea$y Money Helltown, and you don't stop
Slaine reppin Roslindale, and you don't quit
Chilla Jones Dorchester, and you don't stop
Coke Money Jones, and we're on our own shit

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