Money - Dru Down, Luniz, Cydal

One Step Beyond

Cydal!

One Step Beyond

Cydal!

Money!

(Money found, but broke right now, this Cydal, Mobb.)

Is my everything!

(Money found, but broke right now, this Cydal, Mobb.)

Money!

Ohhoohhh

(Money found, but broke right now, this Cydal Mobb.)

Is my everything!

Verse 1 *(Mr. Eklipze of Cydal)*

Time is simply passin

Got me diggin dead Presidents up

Livin corrupted

So fuck it, there’s forfittin

Juss more grippin, how to trap it

No cops attracted

Never fuckin wit telecommunications

So they can’t tap it

No fingerprints

No balistics juss tryin to trace on

Game laced on drug free zones

Thugs be on

Some hot power

Rifle tower to rip yo head off

For bread or soak in a puddle of brokeness and stress

Verse 2 *(Yukmouth of the Luniz)*

Now

Who wanna test the «Champion» like Buju Banton?

Plan to leave very few standin when you hand that cannon to me

Been in Dangerous Music like Bohannan

What you mean souljah?!

Ya betta off drinkin King Cobra

Went to clean over there on 8−8

Fo tryin ta playa hate

The straight laced Triple Gold

Break, break gripple holds

I told

That bitch like Joe

Ya bitch

Lil bitch

Lil, lil bitch

Lil bitch!

Verse 3 *(Numskull of the Luniz)*

I need to stop fuckin bitches for points

Drinkin loochie

Coochie juss ain’t my thang now

Hoes in all 50 states got AIDS now

I ain’t fuckin wit nothin that’s gon' show stop

Money is the root to all evil so I need that to begin

Spend money on hoochies?

Yeah right mutha fucka!

Splittin pussies for free

Bitch, juss to say I’m me

Be the one stackin

I’m backpackin it to school

What you thought?

That I would play the fool?

Bitch I need money!

Verse 4 *(Dru Down)*

Been in an out of traffic

Hella long since I seen a matress

Knots don’t stop on the turf

Wearin some 5's, Nike’s and a T-Shirt

Little G

Became to be a shark (What?!)

Won’t let you fuck wit me

Specialize into that greenery

Meanin to do

Whatever the fuck I wanna do

Even if it means settin up shop by a pre-school

(Progress)

Have them bustas waitin to plot an plan

(Money)

Hangin out the window, bustin pumps wit Tech’s

Verse 5 *(T-Luni of Cydal)*

Raised how it sounds

For every portion

Every fortune

Believe a nigga needed some thousands

Proceed

Juss smokin weed an pullin G’s runnin from housin

You thought of consequences

When the coppas visit

Got me hoppin fences

Droppin rocks, but I’m survivin from these snitches

And ain’t no coppin knots, juss coppin Yola

Youngsta caught up in that street life

700 block of soldiers

But I’m surrounded in this world

Where I’m loved by many

And hated by few

Respected by ya’ll

An those that don’t they can fall

Money

One Step Beyond