Lyrics Get the Girl, Grab the Money and Run - Souls of Mischief
Tajai:
It
goes
one,
two,
three.
That's
the
count
of
the
immaster
mount
that's
got
scrilla.
We
got
the
killa
Taj
and
willa
young
lady
looking
sensuous.
To
solcialize.
I
sense
she
is
down
so
she
lie
Back
with
me
Cuz
it's
a
natural
thing,
so
act
quickly
Cuz
it's
like
that
we
gunna
be...
Opio:
...Out
the
dope
stack
And
my
pockets
relax
Calm.
Collecting
my
scratch
.
And
the
girlies
attracked.
I
snatched
Women,
make
them
collapse
on
their
back
side.
That's
right.
When
I'm
finished,
vanish
into
the
night.
Like
the
caped
crusader
don't
say
"hi"
to
the
trick.
Can't
appreciate
them,
cuz
they
just
be
riding
the
dick.
A-Plus:
See,
we
too
fly
to
be
weak.
Telling
hoes
to
step
aside.
Be
like
"I
ain't
the
one,"
But
get
them
sprung
When
I'm
erectified.
I
betcha
tried
to
get
my
dope,
but
nope.
Always
cautious
with
my
cash,
cuz
my
dad
told
me
so.
My
rhyme
will
blow
your
foe
away.
I
know
the
way
To
freak
it,
so
hoes
know
the
"A".
Phesto:
Today's
just
another
day
for
me
to
get
paid.
Invade
the
stage,
And
retreat
for
the
shade.
Find
me
a
top
bread
freak
to
get
laid.
Back
when
I'm
masquerade.
I
get
basquerade
(?)
Direct
from
My
spectrum
To
select
from.
Sex
them,
Neglect
them,
Then
I'm
on
the
the
next
one.
(CHORUS:)
"Yeah.
Grab
the
money
and
run.
You
gotta,
get
the
girl,
grab
the
money,
and
run.
You
gotta,
get
the
girl,
grab
the
money,
and
run.
You
gotta,
get
the
girl,
grab
the
money."
A-Plus:
We
dissin'
rappers
cuz
I
think
I
need
to.
We
chillin'
drinking
80
proof
liters.
Makin'
skeezers
say
"ooh
ahh."
Let
them
know
who
crew
robbed.
Don't
wanna
shoo
ya'll,
Just
wanna
be
makin'
my
loot.
Life
is
best
to
trife
Strife
Is
something
inside,
I
guess.
I
confess
my
shit
is
fresh.
Tajai:
We
provide
hits
to
care
your
stress,
Which
coincide
with
making
"G's",
so
yes,
You
can
say
we've
been
blessed.
To
all
the
woman
who
are
attractive,
Come
and
holler
at
your
folks
if
your
testa
are
nonreactive.
Big
Phes,
aman,
come
on
and
take
it.
Never
leaving
in
a
cashing
stae
if
mount
lay.
Phesto:
Before
I
gravitate
I'll
wait
And
see
if
emcees
elaborate
On
something
they
might
have
to
say.
But
they
disaray.
I
watch
them
cascade
to
their
last
day
And
cast
away
When
they
ask
to
say,
A
rash
display,
Under
the
gun,
Get
the
girl,
grab
the
money,
and
run.
Opio:
When
I
touch
the
microphone
it
gets
flamin'
hot.
Niggas
jumpin
out
the
woodworks
to
claim
our
spot.
I
got
the
game
locked
down,
Bound,
And
gagged.
These
other
niggas
are
magnified
the
sound
of
a
drag
In
an
abominal
effect.
Make
women
weak
in
the
knees
and
jet.
(CHORUS)
Album
Pleemix Volume One
1 A to the P
2 Good Feelin
3 Greed
4 Soweto
5 93 'til Infinity (remix)
6 Make Way
7 Get the Girl, Grab the Money and Run
8 Accupuncture
9 Ubiquitous
10 Step Off
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