Get The Money
(专辑: Twelve Reasons To Die II - 2015)
[Hook x2:] Get the
money, we out here to pillage and loot Crack safes, watch DeLucas' blood getting spilled You can't take over the
truth behind the
story Let Ghost legend live on in all its glory [Verse 1:] Yo, yo Get the
money, they keep it tucked away in a
safe In the
back room bottom wine bottle with grapes Hit 'em where it hurts, they can't find shit cause they broke Snatch chains, wallets, bitches front row Tear the
clubs up, all social events If a
nigga act tense put a
hole in his fence This ain't for fun but it's fun though I
gotta run though, money ain't shit watch me burn a
few hunndo Tear the
DeLucas down like the
legend of Tone Starks Tie bricks around his ankles, have him swimming with sharks Dynamite they safe, looking for heirlooms It's personal, I
want the
keys to the
tombs Kids college funds, crack they foundation Connects to the
banks and the
police station I
want those faces rolled, truth behind the
legend Did it really go down, or it's just my obsession? [Hook x2] [Verse 2
Vince Staples:] Day dream of a
rueger to the
Lucas 'til the
city is ours Money, power, and the
powder I
would murder with y'all In the
name of King Kane "New York, New York!" The
city of dreams, stained sidewalks, and Mac 10s, flex my fifth Search 'til it hurt, records from the
retched abyss Murdered them, they scurred, reck him 'til he recking his shit If he alluding his life worth losing Kane said a
record earned is a
pot of gold Prize a
loan, put a
marble floor in my momma home Never need a
loan, put the
rest in the
bank We a
army, only thing we missing a
tank Couldn't harm me, keeper is my brother for the
record I
be crazy muthafucka, blood stains on my knuckles I'm a
slugger, fist kill his brain Load up a
weapon in the
name of King Lester Kane [Hook x2] [Verse 3:] Hey yo we crushed 'em, last spot left on the
list Crack the
safe and peeled out twelve sealed discs Looking Illmatic, wrapped up in a
robe They were records, each one marked with a
code It said "Do Not Play" in big bold letters The
DeLucas pressed, stamped, engraved Vendetta I
think we hit it, reservation of Ghostface Shoulda known they had that shit hidden at Tone's place Hit Logan sip chilled Don Maretta Big glasses of wine bringing sharp chedda Get the
vinyl to headquarters, asap codes And tell Lester we hit the
mother of all loads Paging 911, meet back to the
burghs They gon' want revenge on the
squad and all that shit We crippled 'em, but they go deeper then white meat We got blood on our hands and war in the
streets [Hook x2]