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    Kool G Rap / Lyrics

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    "Money In The Bank" Lyrics

    Kool G Rap feat. Freddie Foxxx and Large Professor

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    "Money in the bank yeahhhh"
    "Rocked and rolled but then you rolled and rocked"
    "Money in the bank yeahhhh"
    "Rocked and rolled but then you rolled and rocked"

    Listen
    You get upset when you hear the Large Professor
    On your girl's cassette deck expect
    Nothin comin soft 'cause I'll never throw weaker blows
    I'll kick you in your [ass] and your breath'll smell like sneaker soles
    Now how's that for a fixin'?
    You'd better rather go to Roy's, cause I ain't kickin' science fiction
    I kick a size nine sneaker or boot
    Chop chumps to stumps, and they remain minute
    The Sheik, I get deep, and always leave with the wet meat
    Because of my technique, I'm the one you let speak
    I collect crops and props like spinach
    I'm vintage, your single sums up to a ten inch
    My soul brother Van Paul and Pete Rock
    Keep the funk flowin' until the last beat stops
    The soul man, can't have you leavin' on a stretcher
    Probably, have you leavin in leather, I catch a body
    From wreckin' slum rappers, but to be frank
    I don't give a [fuck] I got money in the bank

    "Money in the bank, yeahhhh"
    "Rocked and rolled, but then you rolled and rocked"
    "Money in the bank, yeahhhh"
    "Rocked and rolled, but then you rolled and rocked"
    "Money in the bank, yeahhhh"
    "Rocked and rolled, but then you rolled and rocked"

    This is the stage of Triple-X
    When you're sittin' by your radio, screamin', "Freddie Foxxx goes next"
    Those beholdin' the words of a master
    Find mental disaster, as I kick it faster
    Whoever opposes me, and what I feel
    Might find their legs bein' replaced by steel
    This is a brand new year, and the penalty is death
    So there won't be a lot of suckers left
    I grab the mic, and I load it like a long four-fifth
    Huh, and dare you to riff
    Or even sneeze as I blow you to your knees, have you curled up
    In a corner like a dog, with hoof in mouth disease
    Spittin' razor blades, cuttin' veins you can't stitch
    I got you screamin like a [bitch]
    I took your microphone, you can't get it back
    Because your rap was wack
    I'm comin' fifty strong in an armored tank
    And takin' money to the bank

    "Money in the bank, yeahhhh"
    "Rocked and rolled, but then you rolled and rocked"
    "Money in the bank, yeahhhh"
    "Rocked and rolled, but then you rolled and rocked"
    "Money in the bank, yeahhhh"
    "Rocked and rolled, but then you ro.. rolled.."

    Cool G. Rap for your first selection, get up on it
    To my opponents, let me just demonstrate for a minute
    Crooks gettin' hooked, to my book, just like an addiction
    Stop your diction you drop, the science fiction
    Let's get specific you can't get with it
    I'm too terrific and scientific, forget it
    Don't even try to limp it, you're not ready to make hits
    You still got a learner's permit
    Poppin' that [shit], you better sit
    Here's a word, of a third degree burn, so listen and learn
    You're missin' a turn, so you better get, concerned
    My challenger, check the calendar
    I'm as live as a .45 caliber, Colt
    With a silencer, wettin' up, suckers I be settin' up
    Button up, while I'm cuttin' up, never lettin' up
    I don't link up, with suckers with raps that shrank
    Thanks sonny, I'm takin' money to the bank

    "Money in the bank, yeahhhh"
    "Rocked and rolled, but then you rolled and rocked"
    "Money in the bank, yeahhhh"
    "Rocked and rolled, but then you rolled and rocked"
    "Money in the bank, yeahhhh"
    "Rocked and rolled, but then you rolled and rocked"

    One in the chamber, eight in the clip
    Pull out a razor, watch your rhyme book rip
    It's Ant Live, liver and deliveries get liver
    With G. Rap, and we're the sole survivors
    MC's want to try me, but can't escape, my clutch
    Too much, caught in the ropes, like double dutch
    You want to run up, you better run up light
    Cause like a whorehouse shippin' out [pussy] tonight
    Believe me I ain't goin' out like a brick parachute
    Or a fruit, or a guy that wears Brut
    Cologne, I'm violent prone, so leave me alone
    I'm about to set fire to the microphone
    And leave the mic so hot you need potholders for this
    Due to burnt wires it's cordless
    (Yo Ant Live make suckers walk off the plank)
    Not now, I'm takin' money to the bank

    "Money in the bank, yeahhhh"
    "Money in the bank, yeahhhh"
    "Money in the bank, yeahhhh"

    "Money in the bank, yeahhhh"
    "Money in the bank, yeahhhh"
    "Money in the bank, yeahhhh"
    This song was submitted on December 7th, 2011 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC.
    Written by DARRYL RICHARDSON II, ISAAC III HAYES.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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