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frills, gotta go\nAnd if you wanna bump makin dough let me know\nI rather get paid with the paid program\nYou can keep your fame and fuck who's the man\nI scheme and I scheme till I go get the green\nAnd if you want a scene of the money fiend\nNiggas (?) hit the screen\nEverybody in the house, if you want dough\nYou gots to let me know\n\n(CHORUS)\n\n(VERSE 3: Buckshot Shorty)\nI'm gettin kinda old, now my moms wanna flip\nUp out the crib, damn, I gotta hit a fuckin lick\nThe house ain't clean and the rent's overdue\nI hear the same line, yeah, \"I do it all for you\"\nYou do it all for me but all I want is my own\nI wanna represent, so I keep shit known\nThat I'm for the dough and nothin but the dead pres\nFuck Uncle Sam and the bullshit he says\nYou got to get paid says the man on the corner\nSee a fly shortie lookin good, push up on her\nNow I'm like the man cause I bring home the bacon\nShit is mad real, kid, ain't no move-fakin\nOn the streets of New York, whatever you talk\nIt 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On the ave, it's all about the green\n[00:55.95] And niggas who make mad green know what I mean\n[00:58.64] So if you in the house and you know what it's about\n[01:01.48] Gettin paid, come on, let me hear you shout\n[01:03.23] (CHORUS)\n[01:04.12] Make money, money, make money, money, money (4X)\n[01:14.05] Take money, money, take money, money, money (4X)\n[01:22.20] (VERSE 2: Buckshot Shorty)\n[01:24.08] I got to get paid, and I mean quick fast\n[01:25.87] And if it ain't the cash then that ass get blast\n[01:28.52] Livin in New York nowadays is like damn\n[01:31.23] Cause if you're broke nobody wants to be your man\n[01:34.02] Especially the girls when it come to gettin game\n[01:35.81] You got to have the loot plus the gear to maintain\n[01:38.59] I can't take the heat, there's a strain on my brain\n[01:41.21] And when my pockets are broke my heart feels the pain\n[01:43.93] I gotta get a grip cause I might just flip\n[01:46.67] I'm thinkin of a vic, where's my crew and my clip?\n[01:48.45] It's a jack, take your fuckin hand off the wheel\n[01:51.22] Turn around slowly, bitch, you know the deal\n[01:53.92] (Shorty, you crazy) Nah, I need dough\n[01:56.68] And I'ma do what I gotta do, where's my flow?\n[01:59.39] I wanna grab the mic, flip the script and get paid\n[02:01.10] But if I puff a daydream, damn, I'm gettin played\n[02:03.93] Word to my meals, no frills, gotta go\n[02:06.66] And if you wanna bump makin dough let me know\n[02:09.36] I rather get paid with the paid program\n[02:12.09] You can keep your fame and fuck who's the man\n[02:13.82] I scheme and I scheme till I go get the green\n[02:16.58] And if you want a scene of the money fiend\n[02:19.28] Niggas (?) hit the screen\n[02:20.16] Everybody in the house, if you want dough\n[02:22.84] You gots to let me know\n[02:24.64] (CHORUS)\n[02:42.84] (VERSE 3: Buckshot Shorty)\n[02:44.67] I'm gettin kinda old, now my moms wanna flip\n[02:46.45] Up out the crib, damn, I gotta hit a fuckin lick\n[02:49.29] The house ain't clean and the rent's overdue\n[02:51.98] I hear the same line, yeah, \"I do it all for you\"\n[02:54.63] You do it all for me but all I want is my own\n[02:57.36] I wanna represent, so I keep shit known\n[02:59.10] That I'm for the dough and nothin but the dead pres\n[03:01.87] Fuck Uncle Sam and the bullshit he says\n[03:04.58] You got to get paid says the man on the corner\n[03:07.31] See a fly shortie lookin good, push up on her\n[03:10.07] Now I'm like the man cause I bring home the bacon\n[03:11.80] Shit is mad real, kid, ain't no move-fakin\n[03:14.55] On the streets of New York, whatever you talk\n[03:17.24] It seems like only poor people eat pork\n[03:19.95] Word to my herb, make your loot in the spot\n[03:21.77] If you wanna get paid, let me see you lick one shot\n[03:25.47] (CHORUS)\n[03:46.24] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Make Munne\n  artist: Black Moon\n  album: Make Munne b/w Son Get Wrec\n  duration_ms: 264000\n  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c'mon god niggaz is all on your dick\n  you know what they say about niggaz who ride dicks\n  upstate niggaz become chicks, word life\n  i ain't bullshittin, ask my nigga buff\n  on the streets he was tough locked up he was sweet stuff\n  shit is hot, word to ma duke\n  and get the loot from the man kick his ass with my timberland\n  shorty with the shots that i buck with fuck with\n  gang hanger with the double-edged banger\n  and i got niggaz clingin my drawers\n  niggaz fake i'ma bust a cap fuck that i'm breakin jaws\n  i'ma bring it to your chest like, wind\n  fill your fuckin lungs up with all the bullshit from within\n  but i'ma put it back so parlay\n  to the weak in bucktown all we do everyday\n  Buck em down (repeat 32x)\n  two: buckshot shorty\n  Niggaz tell me chill when i kick it\n  although my shit is wicked, it's all about the blunts and how i lick it\n  or how i shot a nigga in the mug\n  with the slug leavin white chalk all on a pitch black rug\n  you couldn't tell me other word to mother\n  when i was fifteen runnin around i was the real street lover\n  on the corner out shootin the dice\n  layin up, gettin nice, talkin bout a heist\n  gq headin up to one-two-five\n  push up on a shorty lookin live on the prize\n  i couldn't get the time of day when i was little k\n  now you call me buck so your lips wanna puck?\n  fuck that bitch, i know your x amount of thoughts\n  but they call me buckshot shorty cause i take no shorts\n  word to the shell around my chest\n  big up to all de massive rudebwoy pon deck\n  so if you see a weak nigga speak to that bastard\n  or i'ma hit his ass with the motherfuckin plastic\n  word life, i ain't bullshittin\n  Buck em down three: buckshot shorty\n  When i was in school i was a mack\n  shorty was strapped with a lyrical contact\n  knapsack, filled with the shit that i g'd\n  and a nickel bag of weed, yes indeed\n  a mad little nigga runnin up on em all\n  fly as hell, hit the park play the wall\n  and all the older 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overdue\n[02:51.98] I hear the same line, yeah, \"I do it all for you\"\n[02:54.63] You do it all for me but all I want is my own\n[02:57.36] I wanna represent, so I keep shit known\n[02:59.10] That I'm for the dough and nothin but the dead pres\n[03:01.87] Fuck Uncle Sam and the bullshit he says\n[03:04.58] You got to get paid says the man on the corner\n[03:07.31] See a fly shortie lookin good, push up on her\n[03:10.07] Now I'm like the man cause I bring home the bacon\n[03:11.80] Shit is mad real, kid, ain't no move-fakin\n[03:14.55] On the streets of New York, whatever you talk\n[03:17.24] It seems like only poor people eat pork\n[03:19.95] Word to my herb, make your loot in the spot\n[03:21.77] If you wanna get paid, let me see you lick one shot\n[03:25.47] (CHORUS)\n[03:46.24] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Make Munne (feat. 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start_ms: 205470\n  end_ms: 226240\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 226240\nplain: |-\n  (One two y'all, ya don't stop) --> KRS-One\n\n  (VERSE 1: Buckshot Shorty)\n  Back in the days we used to hit Pitkin Av\n  Knapsack strapped on my back cause everything got bagged\n  In sight, when I got put out put up a fight\n  Then I took flight, all you seen was a streak of light\n  Ghost, you didn't catch me if you wanted to\n  I broke, it's time to catch some wreck, where's my crew?\n  Hit up the ball (?), fill up the pad with ease\n  Pump shit on the block and make at least two g's\n  Sometimes I even hit the pocket, I got knocked\n  One time, two times, shit, they couldn't stop it\n  I had to make my loot, I had to make my dough\n  So I took my 'Lo and Guess, then bumped the rest\n  On the ave, it's all about the green\n  And niggas who make mad green know what I mean\n  So if you in the house and you know what it's about\n  Gettin paid, come on, let me hear you shout\n\n  (CHORUS)\n  Make money, money, make money, money, money (4X)\n  Take money, money, take money, money, money (4X)\n\n  (VERSE 2: Buckshot Shorty)\n  I got to get paid, and I mean quick fast\n  And if it ain't the cash then that ass get blast\n  Livin in New York nowadays is like damn\n  Cause if you're broke nobody wants to be your man\n  Especially the girls when it come to gettin game\n  You got to have the loot plus the gear to maintain\n  I can't take the heat, there's a strain on my brain\n  And when my pockets are broke my heart feels the pain\n  I gotta get a grip cause I might just flip\n  I'm thinkin of a vic, where's my crew and my clip?\n  It's a jack, take your fuckin hand off the wheel\n  Turn around slowly, bitch, you know the deal\n  (Shorty, you crazy) Nah, I need dough\n  And I'ma do what I gotta do, where's my flow?\n  I wanna grab the mic, flip the script and get paid\n  But if I puff a daydream, damn, I'm gettin played\n  Word to my meals, no frills, gotta go\n  And if you wanna bump makin dough let me know\n  I rather get paid with the paid program\n  You can keep your fame and fuck who's the man\n  I scheme and I scheme till I go get the green\n  And if you want a scene of the money fiend\n  Niggas (?) hit the screen\n  Everybody in the house, if you want dough\n  You gots to let me know\n\n  (CHORUS)\n\n  (VERSE 3: Buckshot Shorty)\n  I'm gettin kinda old, now my moms wanna flip\n  Up out the crib, damn, I gotta hit a fuckin lick\n  The house ain't clean and the rent's overdue\n  I hear the same line, yeah, \"I do it all for you\"\n  You do it all for me but all I want is my own\n  I wanna represent, so I keep shit known\n  That I'm for the dough and nothin but the dead pres\n  Fuck Uncle Sam and the bullshit he says\n  You got to get paid says the man on the corner\n  See a fly shortie lookin good, push up on her\n  Now I'm like the man cause I bring home the bacon\n  Shit is mad real, kid, ain't no move-fakin\n  On the streets of New York, whatever you talk\n  It 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