Xzibit - Don't Let The Money Make You Lyrics
Intro: [an interview with xzibit][i] i want to ask you, what is more important to you guys?All the money that you guys are talkin' about?Or the artform? or, what is more important? the lyrics?Or the leather sized stuff?[x] i think, what we tryin' to do is device a way that theArtform and the money is like on a equal level.You know what i mean, that, that like he said, is a fineLine where gotta pleas the crowd or pleas the artistsThat are listenin' to you. and pleas the real hip-hopUnderground people that, that, that is looking for thatYou know, that real shit. it's only a certain way thatThat you can go up and doin' itVerse 1: [xzibit]Xzibit keep it on deckLive, vinyl, cd or cassetteWhatever you selectI keep you bouncin' like a bad chequeSee i should have a trigger tattooed on my neckTo represent the heat that i repeatNow you can take the highs out of the beatBut never take the rucked out of the rhymeOr tribalize, look into the eyes of the emotionalYour whole style is promotionalA dead giveaway to me is just another business dayXzibit here to stayMy life, a tribute to the a.k,You wanna playA situation only one man can walk away fromThe same way he cameWhen i spit flame, it spits flames like your middlenameSo why do i say ***** the fameBecause it come and goThe industry's a pet without refused to be that gigoloI put the dope in, got fo's and tatoosNiggas make ya moneyBut let the money make youHook: [king t] x2We make, make money, moneyTake's money to surviveThe meanin' of life with statted chips is stay aliveCause it's all about the c-notesGonna be *****in' when you're rollin' this tooDon't let the money make youVerse 2: [soopafly]It's soopafly,Comin' with that gangsta shitThat shit that only gangstas be gettin' gangsta withThe pimps, hustlers and the players know the rank i getNever have to get no money from the bank, i get shitI stomp down your whole compoundTakin' all the shotsDevice from the few i'm riseLet the others dropI elevateWho drop when a dime never got me straightI'm still goin' for brokeI push you to the strokeAnd one man loc and say highSmokin' to keep an open, mindFocus on military time provokin'The g in me, nigga(?) when he tried to step the soopaflyAz you are shitNow gettin' down with the poundNow who can shake it till it break groundMany mother*****ers are greedyThere's only one thing needed like e.d.i, amin / i mean businessWhen it comes to the cash, i'm movin' quick(xzibit: any other nigga eat a dick)***** type shitMake ya step backSoopafly, hit like crackLife is a jetMaintainin' the top figures deliverThe raw, rugged likwidation that be runnin' the riverNow, whether if a nigga step upBe prepared to kick your rap upTry to die in line for you cheque, huh niggaHook: [king t] x2Verse 3: [xzibit]So when i die,Bury me upside-downSo the whole world can kiss my assLive fastSippin' from my bottomless glass of hennessy, straightSo i catch you (?)Xzibit comin' down like a saintSo prepare for the judgement dayBe careful what the ***** you sayRhyme these partsAmadeus and mozart,The love for the arts and crashParagraphs to bust niggas in halfThat's what i ***** with(?) time to get my duck sitMiss me if you try to make a buck withI mean a quick buck, only got bad luckBlack cash every black trashNever relax, never get attached to anythingThat's not gonna hand so lifeI come back like christPacific natural iceWith sharif makin' sure r&b, was well doneMight live by the gun,But keep livin' through my livin' sonHook: [king t] x4Outro:[king t]We make, make, money, money, make, money, money, money (x4)We take money, take money, take money, money, money (x4)[soopafly]Don't let this money make you
