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Money And Violence
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Bam Vito
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Mueller Music Brooklyn Yeah... Them young boys be wildin'... All this money and violence... Them young boys be wildin'... All this money and violence... Yeah, yeah... (chorus) See I don't want to see you hurt but pain bring you a little closer You said you'd ride or die you supposed to be like my soldier Thought you was looking out got me lookin over my shoulder Hold the hammers like grudges bitch I surround cause they know us Them young boys be wildin' All this money and violence Them young boys be wildin' All this money and violence Them young boys be wildin' All this money and violence Them young boys be wildin' All this money and violence (verse 1) Motherf*ckers wanna act loco Young drippy nigga who be getting that dough Smoking that dope, doing these shows Plus I pack heat like the weather too cold And you don't even know I got these problems, I got these voices in my Head And they keep telling me these things like f*ck these ho's and get this bread Back when I was just a boy My mama was dish and bar Had work on the kitchen table My daddy was unemployed I had to work He had to work He had to grind Like on the 1st Cause when you're broke, you do your worst I smoke this 'perc and leave the earth A young boy searching for a lit Can't find no money on the strip A bunch of rachets on the strip And they keep rachets on their hip And eat for weeks... They shoot to kill and play for keeps It's money over ho's and yes we practice what we preach (chorus) See I don't wanna see you hurt but pain bring you a little closer You said you'd ride or die you supposed to be like my soldier Thought you was looking out got me lookin over my shoulder Hold the hammers like grudges bitch I surround cause they know us Them young boys be wildin' All this money and violence Them young boys be wildin' All this money and violence Them young boys be wildin' All this money and violence Them young boys be wildin' All this money and violence... (Verse 2) All this money and violence All this shit I can't make up All this weed that I'm smokin' I f*ck around might wake up my neighbors And my O-heads be silent Them young boys they stay strapped Around here like gangland, grown men get Kidnapped I mean giftwrapped Clit clat Shots rip through yo six pack Real nigga I been that See they talk bout it I lived that So Brooklyn, So NY My mask on, my tip side Then all black, like bitch ride You won't get, we inside Yo house, gun in yo mouth Guns like see em nigga gonna make em bring em out All in your fridge, feeling your couch Heard you got work even when it was a drought Bitch I got ducktape on that pistol I got ducktape on that pistol I put ducktape on them little kids and Put ducktape on that bitch too (repeat chorus)
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