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Title: Get Your Moneyman Lyrics: Yo whassup, this the E-Double, Green-Eyed-Bandit youknowhatI'msayin'? EPMD, Seven Deadly Sins Get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get your moneyman (yeah) Get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get your moneyman (Ice-T baby) Get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get your moneyman [Chorus: Ice-T] Rock your hammers back cussers that's the way that we ball Rims so fat, looks will digitise it all Get your moneyman lock your blocks, cock your glocks Really doe - bust until your barrels glow [gunshot] [Ice-T] Nigga tryin', then got tied up buttnaked Fuckin' with the master of this, jacker of this Squeezin' off until I fuckin' sprain my wrist Slap the clip into Armageddon and start wettin' Grit my teeth, bring it like the Persian Gulf Airstrike you, burn you with the mic to might you Thinkin' about takin' me out - huh you're funny More guns and more money, think about it You're dead I'm livin You're fuckin' with the unforgiven - nigga what? West Side's up - L.A., nigga bounce all day Look in my eyes, what you see ain't no bitch or pimp Nigga from the Central and I'm gonna stay rich Nightmares of bein' broke keep me flowin' like this Weak niggas - you're sure to get lost in the bliss This is for the niggas, quick to slaughter Resumes held by the D.A.'s, the ballers [Chorus: Ice-T] Rock your hammers back cussers that's the way that we ball Rims so fat, looks will digitise it all Get your moneyman lock your blocks, cock your glocks Really doe - bust until your barrels glow [gunshot] Rock your hammers back cussers that's the way that we ball Rims so fat, looks will digitise it all Get your moneyman lock your blocks, cock your glocks Really doe - bust until your barrels glow [gunshot] [Ice-T] To all my niggas on the East and West that rock vests Get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get your moneyman To all the killers that's real, quick to flex the steel Get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get your moneyman To my hard-hustlin' girls all around the world for ice Get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get your moneyman It's ninety-eight, it's never too late playa Get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get your moneyman [Ice-T] Many casualties caught in the cross-fire mix while whole crews flash they fo-fo's in the flicks Magazine after magazine gets stomped in the street Late night, auto, maga-static Hit the next turn, hang 'em out and cause havoc Your cash, your block, I gotta have it Nigga normally toss it up and live lavish My traps well lured, I go hardboard It gets loud, known for bustin' off in crowds Word 'em up, hurt 'em up, move out, blow the spot Round two, rounds flew [shots] in the parkin' lot Niggas rallied up to see who got shot Wait down G, my whole crew surrounds me We outty, niggas known to sit the stompede and get rowdy L.A. - niggas know my flow They see me on the shore, when I'm rippin' my rows [Chorus: Ice-T] Rock your hammers back cussers that's the way that we ball Rims so fat, looks will digitise it all Get your moneyman lock your blocks, cock your glocks Really doe - bust until your barrels glow [gunshot] Rock your hammers back cussers that's the way that we ball Rims so fat, looks will digitise it all Get your moneyman lock your blocks, cock your glocks Really doe - bust off until your barrels glow [gunshot] [Ice-T] To all my niggas on the East and West that rock vests Get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get your moneyman To all the killers that's real, quick to flex the steel Get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get your moneyman To my hard-hustlin' girls all around the world for ice Get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get your moneyman It's ninety-eight, it's never too late players Get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get your moneyman Get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get your moneyman Get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get your moneyman Get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get your moneyman... Get Your Moneyman, Ice-T mp3 download Get Your Moneyman, Ice-T lyrics Get Your Moneyman mp3 music, free Get Your Moneyman mp3, download Get Your Moneyman |
Songs of Ice-T: 409 6'n The Mornin' 7th Deadly Sin (Intro) 99 Problems Addicted To Danger Always Wanted To Be A Ho Bitches 2 Body Count Check Your Game Check Your Heart CJ Mac Interlude Colors Common Sense Cramp Your Style Dear Homie Depths Of Hell Don't Hate The Playa Drama Ed Escape From The Killing Fields Eye Of The Storm First Impression Fly By Forced To Do Dirt Freedom Of Speech Fried Chicken Fuck It G Style Get Your Moneyman God Forgive Me Gotta Lotta Love Grand Larceny Heartbeat High Rollers Hit The Deck Home Invasion How Does It Feel I Ain't New Ta This I Love Ladies I Must Stand I'm Your Pusher Ice M.F. T Ice's Exodus Inside Of A Gangsta Intro It's On L.G.B.N.A.F. Lethal Weapon Lifestyles Of The Rich And Infamous Make It Funky Make The Loot Loop Message To The Soldier Mic Contract Midnight Mind Over Matter New Jack Hustler NY, NY O.G. Original Gangster Pain Peel Their Caps Back Personal Pimp Anthem Pimpin' Ain't Easy (Godfather Theme) Power Prepared To Die Pulse Of The Rhyme Radio Suckers Rap Games Hijacked Reckless (12) Retaliation Return Of The Real Ricochet Sex Shut Up, Be Happy Somebody Gotta Do It (Pimpin' Ain't Easy!!!) Sondoobiest Interlude Squeeze The Trigger Straight Up Nigga That's How I'm Livin The 5th The Girl Tried To Kill Me The House The Hunted Child The Iceberg The Lane The Tower They Want Me Back In This One's For Me Threat Interlude Valuable Game Where The Shit Goes Down You Played Yourself Ziplock |
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