| Lyrics: | featuring Ill Knob, Trigga
[Chorus: Trigga - Money Makin' Operation]
We famous
decorators
Outlaws with the force with the Money Makers
Wu-Tang when we bang we be
regulators
Player haters can't play us cuz the thugs obey us
Bust a slug to save us
[Joe Mafia]
Straight missle, spit false gristle, snapper time
Pop the tops off
of Anaheims, tropic refined
Extortin air time, imported from the Mason-Dixon Line
Look at
my frigid eyes, fake fucks describe
Slap 'em paralyzed, analyze the lies
Kinetic, my word
is all I have, slaughter trash
Monster mash, half ass on the war path
Suffer land, give a
fuck, grand crashin the Pan Am
My squad Van Damme, the shit was suntan
VA so tanned,
without the beenie rap, who?
Hoodini rap, Mussolini stack, Lambourghini crash
Kiss the
genie lamp, henny big, excellency
No fake shit, wrong recipe, war speciality
Meet the
headless heat
[Trigga - Money Makin' Operation]
Recognize, direct from them cats that
fantasize
It's that nigga Trigga, Medallion Isle drug dealer
I slaughter pace on the
reels, no more dough waste
This paper chase got me in the eyes of snakes
Brutalize
projects, caught up with the fake
True villain, when I vacate I'm Cold Chillin
Niggaz
spillin, picture the man, ice grillin
Gats with the muffle, groove on with my hustle
For
25 years of tears and no fears
Money Makers, Wu-Syndicate takin it, yeah
Let it be clear,
Medallion Isle, we foul
Klik Ga Bow move man, woman and child
It's the swarm, Russ Prez
smokin a storm
Far from norm, life legacy live long
Represent, I reside in eternal torment
Often survivors of abortion, lampin in coffins
Forcin, yea, wrap your tear |
