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"Sticky Fingaz"
  1. Oh My God
  2. Come On
  3. Cheatin'
  4. My Dogz Iz My Gunz
  5. Why
  6. Money Talks
  7. What If I Was White
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"Sticky Fingaz"
  1. The Autobiography of Kirk Jones
название:

Money Talks


автор:

Sticky Fingaz


альбомы: The Autobiography of Kirk Jones
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'Twas the night before twistmas
And all through the house
We had guns and money around
Layin' on the couch
We was dressed with black jewelry this time
Mmm, c'monEverybody want me, I created thieves
Why I'm almost as important as the air you breathe
I been through hard times, when it wasn't enough for me
Stick a weak, kid'll have you livin' in luxuryI'm the reason niggas sellin' drugs to fiends
I'm the reason Mr.Simpson got off clean
I'm the reason some parents gotta bury they kids
And I'm the reason why your cousin on the run from fedsI've been through customs, borders
I've been handled by authorities
Drove people crazy when they couldn't see more of me
I've been saved, I've been buried aliveSay my name enough and any nigga testify
Who you think lead that whole seller ass that time
All by myself, I created black on black crime
I'm America's most, I'm tadded up with GhostEven my hand got big, from net to gross
I'm emotionless, yet I breathe jealousy and envy
People kill for me or die to defend me
But in the end am I really worth the sunRich people make me work for them
And poor people work for me
Who am I? Nigga I'm money
Who am I? Nigga I'm moneySee the gun wound, went down for you
Who ran up in the house, duke
Caught one from he and for who
When niggas was ready to murder me
You stayed up in the crib, like a bitch
Lookin' ill, and it's lurkin' meI got stabbed for you
Yo, shot up the ass for you
Should stop blowin' the cabs for you
Chill, some niggas called crabs for you
Holdin' them garbage bags for you
Ill, blowin' them hags for youI resort to evil, I don't grow on trees
I'm called by different names, chips, scrilla, cream
And I'm always green whether dirty or clean
Gettin' ya hands on me is the American dreamI'm more powerful than God, or Razale
'Cause when you pray to God nigga, you pray for me
I'm an exchange hand to hand, with heavy weapontry
This one couple fucked on me, and slept on meUp in the dice games niggas stepped on me
Bet on me, couldn't pay, bled on me
I enslaved populations and controlled masses
I come in all forms, coins, paper, plasticEven credit, I owe you
You work for me nigga, I own you
If you are smart, you make me work for you
All ya life you try and get me and it's hurtin' youSee the gun wound, went down for you
Who ran up in the house, duke
Caught one from he and for who
When niggas was ready to murder me
You stayed up in the crib, like a bitch
Lookin' ill, and it's lurkin' meI got stabbed for you
Yo, shot up the ass for you
Should stop blowin' the cabs for you
Chill, some niggas called crabs for you
Holdin' them garbage bags for you
Ill, blowin' them hags for youIf you had a million of me, what would you do with me yo?
Would you blow me in a month and have nothin' to show
Or would you invest in me and watch me grow
Take me to the streets and flip me from, do' to sto' to do'I under seen things I wish I hadn't seen
I came between loved ones and families
A nigga kill his old man to get his hands on me
Got secret enscriptions, examine meWanna find me, the bank machine is where I be
And showed 'em to a hundred grand, F.D.I.C.
I'm more notorious than the B.I.G.
I'm so money, who don't wanna be like meSee the gun wound, went down for you
Who ran up in the house, duke
Caught one from he and for who
When niggas was ready to murder me
You stayed up in the crib, like a bitch
Lookin' ill, and it's lurkin' meI got stabbed for you
Yo, shot up the ass for you
Should stop blowin' the cabs for you
Chill, some niggas called crabs for you
Holdin' them garbage bags for you
Ill, blowin' them hags for youSee the gun wound, went down for you
Who ran up in the house, duke
Caught one from he and for who
When niggas was ready to murder me
You stayed up in the crib, like a bitch
Lookin' ill, and it's lurkin' meI got stabbed for you
Yo, shot up the ass for you
Should stop blowin' the cabs for you
Chill, some niggas called crabs for you
Holdin' them garbage bags for you
Ill, blowin' them hags for you
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Это интересно:Кирк Джонс (англ. Kirk Jones) родился 1973 года 3 ноября, известный по псевдонимами Sticky Fingaz или Sticky — американский рэппер и актёр.В 1991 году Джонс стал членом рэп-группы Onyx из Квинса. Группа получила известность в 1993 году с выпуском дебютного альбома Bacdafucup, несколько раз ставшего «золотым». С тех пор Джонс участвовал в записи еще двух альбомов Onyx, занимался сольным творчеством и сотрудничал... продолжение
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