Bushwick Bill - Dollars And Sense Lyrics
(Do you have any idea who you're talkin to?)[ VERSE 1 ]The name of the game is gettin paid, gettin paid is the nameBut there's some niggas out there doin some *****ed up thingsYou shot another nigga for nothinIf I'ma shoot a mutha*****a I'ma shoot his ass for somethinAsked him did he have some money, he said noHe said the reason he shot him cause he was a straight up hoeThe nigga stepped to you and you wasn't goin for itSo you killed him and got shit to show for itBefore you was a broke mutha*****a, check itBut now you'se a broke mutha*****a with a murder recordDid a killin just to prove you was a down niggaBut any nigga can pull the mutha*****in triggerIf you wanted to prove you can goYou shoulda put the mutha*****in gun away and went toe to toeBut you'se a hoe, you couldn't go, so you shot firstSend another nigga ridin away in a hearseAnd the judge gave you life on your first offenseBut if it don't make dollars, man, then it don't make sense[ VERSE 2 ]I'm standin on the corner, tryin to feel my money clipHopin that one of these geekers don't start to tripFrom down the street comes Baby GThe mutha*****a always wants somethin for freeThe nigga asked me to see a dimeDig it, I had the feelin I was gonna get jacked all the timeHe snatched my dimes and tried to make the blockI squeezed my trigger and let off six or seven shotsBeen knowin G ever since he was a little babyHe started smokin and the mutha*****a went crazyMan, I hate it had to end that wayBut *****in with my money, G, you know I don't playWhy can't you fools just take a hintCause if it don't make dollars, man, it just don't make sense[ VERSE 3 ]He wants to be a big man, got everybody thinkin he's in controlOut there frontin just to impress them hoesTalkin like he got it goin on so muchNot knowin he was settin himself upClaimin he's the biggest on the blockSay he's movin ki's when he's really sellin rocksBig talk from a small time suckerGot everybody watchin him, includin them undercoversGot them white folks thinkin he's a kingpinAnd they wanna send his ass to the federal penAll that talk got his ass thrown smooth in jailNow he's tryin to tell the truth, about how much he sellsBut them white folks ain't even listenin, geeTo them you're just one more nigger off the streetThey gave him cases he ain't have nothin to do withAnd now he realize his frontin don't pay shitNow all he can do is reminisceCause if it don't make dollars, fool, it just don't make sense
