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Bushwick Bill - Copper to Cash lyrics
[ VERSE 1 ] Money, money, money, muthafuckin green Reach inside my pocket, I don't feel it, and I wanna scream Nigga, give it up, cause I want every penny in your pocket And your ass is goin down if you tell me you ain't got it I gotta make a profit in that Nickel Ward Cause I ain't with bein broke and times are gettin hard I pull the gat and hit the boulevard huntin for a victim Catch him slippin, pop the clip in, and then I get him When in mama's womb I was doomed, destined for poverty And no nigga in the ghetto about to win a lottery So what does it bother me to knock a nigga off? I'm educated, in a robbery, bitch, I'm the boss Mr. Lawman is quick to call this action a crime Because they can't tax robbery, they don't get a dime Everything'd be fine if I was working 9 to 5 But I can't get that kinda job, I ain't 5 ft. high Since they don't realize that my size ain't shit I'm gonna gaffle em and baffle em until my bank gets To the maximum, I get the gat then i'm after them fast Goin for bad, goin from copper to cash Some people will try to jack you Some people will even kill you So give it to em, y'all [ VERSE 2 ] When I started writin lyrics it was like a religion to me Cause when I seen the mic, you're fuckin right, I was kickin it, gee Knew that it was somethin that was gonna last a lifetime When I pushed my homework aside so I could write rhymes I sat in class hypnotized, my mind in a daze Pretendin Bushwick Bill rippin up a stage But back in the days Little Bill was soft as jello And hard work pays, now I'm the hardest muthafucka in the ghetto I assured I got the rhymes that was popular at times But I hadn't got my name on the dotted line I couldn't pay the dime, mama worked parttime It made me so mad, I sat down and wrote hard rhymes I ??? cause I couldn't pay the fee Then my boy gave me a ki, in a week I made a g Pretty soon I was laughin in a mansion makin profits Puttin half in the bank, keepin half in my pockets Cops were hopin, cops were hopin they could get me net They be promoted to a captain for the big arrest I wasn't slippin, I was givin the blues the blues Cause I refused to lose, I grabbed the booze and cruised Up the avenue, laughin at the people in school Cause they broke as a muthafucka talkin bout a golden rule You're sayin I'm a fool for droppin out I'm makin millions, well daddy, what you're talkin bout? I remember scrapin up pennies for the 4-double oz's Now my refigerator's full of Olde E I used to only rap on the schoolyard Now I'm in the studio droppin lyrics too hard I took the road to the riches in a dash Left my competators at last, they run from copper to cash Some people will try to jack you Some people will even kill you So give it to em, y'all [ VERSE 3 ] A lotta people didn't think that it could happen They all started laughin when I told em I'd be rappin But now I'm cashin in big checks from the Rap-A-Lot Bill's gettin paid, now it's my turn to laugh a lot I live the life that a lotta niggas dream of I sit back and smoke cess in a steam tub I got bitches and bitches and bitches and bitches And more bitches on my dick, they like the size of my pockets But I ain't cuttin for a stinky piece of pearl tongue She makes a move for my wallet, and the girl's hung Cause when you're broke, you're a joke, but when you get cash Them muthafuckin stink hoes want half So all of you funky-ass hoes can kiss My Geto-Boy-midget-mind-of-a-lunatic- Fuck-a-war-can't-be-stopped-size-ain't-shit- Other-level-rap-a-lot-copper-to-cash-dick But if you just wanna fuck me Yeah aight, aight, you can suck a nigga's Chuckie Some people will try to jack you Some people will even kill you So give it to em, y'all |
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