The Money Store

how i ride, why i ride, never really had ta try i, i, i ... eeuuhh nevermind that, black jack needle to da mainline junk prepared in a head that never came up for air fallin apart cant get a grip dont give a fuck if i did way shit goes it'll be just

get get get get got got got got blood rush to my head lit hot lock poppin off the fuckin block knot clockin wrist slit watch bent thought bot tail pipe draggin volume blastin bailin out my brain red light flash dem stop i smash abraxas, hydroplane, m

goin back to Tangier with some jordans and a spear post-chrisitan shit post chicken or the egg addiction shit pass the sherm stick neo-reality be the freak you wanna see just dont follow me im on a journey to the center of three grab your fucking cha

whats that cant tell hand held dream shot in hell deep space ghetto (streets) show me somethin i aint seen before mystery hind that death door juke step electrocute the floor whats the science on flyin that high got a no-no goin, one time creeps up b

give a fuck whatchya heard, yeah fuck whatchya heard, fore this real shit kicked your whole click to the curb what, what... but you dont hear me though run up bitch ta da death get gripped my steeze is ballin out of control whatchyou know ?out bubbli