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Bushwick Bill - Dollars and Sense lyrics
(Do you have any idea who you're talkin to?) [ VERSE 1 ] The name of the game is gettin paid, gettin paid is the name But there's some niggas out there doin some fucked up things You shot another nigga for nothin If I'ma shoot a muthafucka I'ma shoot his ass for somethin Asked him did he have some money, he said no He said the reason he shot him cause he was a straight up hoe The nigga stepped to you and you wasn't goin for it So you killed him and got shit to show for it Before you was a broke muthafucka, check it But now you'se a broke muthafucka with a murder record Did a killin just to prove you was a down nigga But any nigga can pull the muthafuckin trigger If you wanted to prove you can go You shoulda put the muthafuckin gun away and went toe to toe But you'se a hoe, you couldn't go, so you shot first Send another nigga ridin away in a hearse And the judge gave you life on your first offense But if it don't make dollars, man, then it don't make sense [ VERSE 2 ] I'm standin on the corner, tryin to feel my money clip Hopin that one of these geekers don't start to trip From down the street comes Baby G The muthafucka always wants somethin for free The nigga asked me to see a dime Dig it, I had the feelin I was gonna get jacked all the time He snatched my dimes and tried to make the block I squeezed my trigger and let off six or seven shots Been knowin G ever since he was a little baby He started smokin and the muthafucka went crazy Man, I hate it had to end that way But fuckin with my money, G, you know I don't play Why can't you fools just take a hint Cause if it don't make dollars, man, it just don't make sense [ VERSE 3 ] He wants to be a big man, got everybody thinkin he's in control Out there frontin just to impress them hoes Talkin like he got it goin on so much Not knowin he was settin himself up Claimin he's the biggest on the block Say he's movin ki's when he's really sellin rocks Big talk from a small time sucker Got everybody watchin him, includin them undercovers Got them white folks thinkin he's a kingpin And they wanna send his ass to the federal pen All that talk got his ass thrown smooth in jail Now he's tryin to tell the truth, about how much he sells But them white folks ain't even listenin, gee To them you're just one more nigger off the street They gave him cases he ain't have nothin to do with And now he realize his frontin don't pay shit Now all he can do is reminisce Cause if it don't make dollars, fool, it just don't make sense |
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