Lyrics Money Don't Make U Rich - Hi-Tek , Strong Arm Steady

Yeah man
It's ya' boy X to the Z, Xzibit
Strong arm steady's the gang, know what I'm sayin'?
Clack, clack

No talkin', don't pay the rent
And sittin' won't let you style like this
But money don't make you rich
But hatin' won't let you smile

Yeah, the teknology is too advanced
Attach dynamite to opportunity, blow your chance
Enhance the vision, Kweli tell 'em to listen
Before I probably get a hundred niggaz to diss 'em

Yeah, and I can't wait, sit up straight
Hungry niggaz eatin' your plate, compete in a race
Full of rats, the homie's torso is full of tats
I'ma put the rest on my back, it's best if I bless 'em with that

Specify the facts from the fiction
I gotta draw the line with the diction
And I ain't whistlin' 'Dixie', this is Hi-Teknology wit me
You couldn't find a finer designer to tailor fit me

To be, yay, a nigga tone, Cincinnati's own
Hometown favorite like the Bearcats win the zone
Strong arm keep it runnin' on like a sentence
They wouldn't know the difference when I hit 'em from a distance

No talkin', don't pay the rent
And sittin' won't let you style like this
But money don't make you rich
But hatin' won't let you smile

Clack, conventional
(Bullshit)
Nothin' identical
The west has evolved and Steady's at the pinnacle
(Yeah dat)

Still saggin' in my crispy Dickies
But my gangsta's fly, I make sho' the wrist is extra crystaly
Cock it on the side for the next telly is
Ghetto nigga on Lambo's mailin' list
Money don't make you rich

But it's funny how it'll make a snow bunny suck your dick
I have a hater in the shrubs where you park your shit
I had a homie blowin' you up when he hit the fence
To the Steady, Slick bring the gangsta shit

Like the hankerchief, once you add on the Paisley print
On the rights where I dang a lick
But since I learned red and blue make green it's Tek hits

No talkin', don't pay the rent
And sittin' won't let you style like this
But money don't make you rich
But hatin' won't let you smile

It's the premier kids cast to build the pyramids
A '08 Escalade's in prepaid appearances
It's hard to even entertain a few, an invalid
Lame in the brain, can't talk or remember shit

I don't blame him, the daddy ain't around
Left him lonely in the hood without good home trainin'
Frustrated, pissed 'cause probation
Got him pissin' in a cup without proper occupation

So they get up, get out, and get it like Goodie Mob
Niggaz must be crazy thinkin' we won't do the job
Dookie colored droptops sob, with the feet tall
Hi-Tek beats bump from Lynn Street to Crenshaw

Steady means stupid' stand up, start elevatin'
Violate and come to your final destination
Mouth [unverified] pacin' - pacific ocean main land
Chasin' retail, re-up in rotation

No talkin', don't pay the rent
And sittin' won't let you style like this
But money don't make you rich
But hatin' won't let you smile

No talkin', don't pay the rent
And sittin' won't let you style like this
But money don't make you rich
But hatin' won't let you smile