Lyrics Money Talks - Raekwon , Sticky Fingaz
′Twas
the
night
before
twistmas
And
all
through
the
house
We
had
guns
and
money
around
Layin'
on
the
couch
We
was
dressed
with
black
jewelry
this
time
Mmm,
c′mon
Everybody
want
me,
I
created
thieves
Why
I'm
almost
as
important
as
the
air
you
breathe
I
been
through
hard
times,
when
it
wasn't
enough
for
me
Stick
a
weak,
kid′ll
have
you
livin′
in
luxury
I'm
the
reason
niggas
sellin′
drugs
to
fiends
I'm
the
reason
Mr.Simpson
got
off
clean
I′m
the
reason
some
parents
gotta
bury
they
kids
And
I'm
the
reason
why
your
cousin
on
the
run
from
feds
I′ve
been
through
customs,
borders
I've
been
handled
by
authorities
Drove
people
crazy
when
they
couldn't
see
more
of
me
I′ve
been
saved,
I′ve
been
buried
alive
Say
my
name
enough
and
any
nigga
testify
Who
you
think
lead
that
whole
seller
ass
that
time
All
by
myself,
I
created
black
on
black
crime
I'm
America′s
most,
I'm
tadded
up
with
Ghost
Even
my
hand
got
big,
from
net
to
gross
I′m
emotionless,
yet
I
breathe
jealousy
and
envy
People
kill
for
me
or
die
to
defend
me
But
in
the
end
am
I
really
worth
the
sun
Rich
people
make
me
work
for
them
And
poor
people
work
for
me
Who
am
I?
Nigga
I'm
money
Who
am
I?
Nigga
I′m
money
See
the
gun
wound,
went
down
for
you
Who
ran
up
in
the
house,
duke
Caught
one
from
he
and
for
who
When
niggas
was
ready
to
murder
me
You
stayed
up
in
the
crib,
like
a
bitch
Lookin'
ill,
and
it's
lurkin′
me
I
got
stabbed
for
you
Yo,
shot
up
the
ass
for
you
Should
stop
blowin′
the
cabs
for
you
Chill,
some
niggas
called
crabs
for
you
Holdin'
them
garbage
bags
for
you
Ill,
blowin′
them
hags
for
you
I
resort
to
evil,
I
don't
grow
on
trees
I′m
called
by
different
names,
chips,
scrilla,
cream
And
I'm
always
green
whether
dirty
or
clean
Gettin′
ya
hands
on
me
is
the
American
dream
I'm
more
powerful
than
God,
or
Razale
'Cause
when
you
pray
to
God
nigga,
you
pray
for
me
I′m
an
exchange
hand
to
hand,
with
heavy
weapontry
This
one
couple
fucked
on
me,
and
slept
on
me
Up
in
the
dice
games
niggas
stepped
on
me
Bet
on
me,
couldn′t
pay,
bled
on
me
I
enslaved
populations
and
controlled
masses
I
come
in
all
forms,
coins,
paper,
plastic
Even
credit,
I
owe
you
You
work
for
me
nigga,
I
own
you
If
you
are
smart,
you
make
me
work
for
you
All
ya
life
you
try
and
get
me
and
it's
hurtin′
you
See
the
gun
wound,
went
down
for
you
Who
ran
up
in
the
house,
duke
Caught
one
from
he
and
for
who
When
niggas
was
ready
to
murder
me
You
stayed
up
in
the
crib,
like
a
bitch
Lookin'
ill,
and
it′s
lurkin'
me
I
got
stabbed
for
you
Yo,
shot
up
the
ass
for
you
Should
stop
blowin′
the
cabs
for
you
Chill,
some
niggas
called
crabs
for
you
Holdin'
them
garbage
bags
for
you
Ill,
blowin'
them
hags
for
you
If
you
had
a
million
of
me,
what
would
you
do
with
me
yo?
Would
you
blow
me
in
a
month
and
have
nothin′
to
show
Or
would
you
invest
in
me
and
watch
me
grow
Take
me
to
the
streets
and
flip
me
from,
do′
to
sto'
to
do′
I
under
seen
things
I
wish
I
hadn't
seen
I
came
between
loved
ones
and
families
A
nigga
kill
his
old
man
to
get
his
hands
on
me
Got
secret
enscriptions,
examine
me
Wanna
find
me,
the
bank
machine
is
where
I
be
And
showed
′em
to
a
hundred
grand,
F.D.I.C.
I'm
more
notorious
than
the
B.I.G.
I′m
so
money,
who
don't
wanna
be
like
me
See
the
gun
wound,
went
down
for
you
Who
ran
up
in
the
house,
duke
Caught
one
from
he
and
for
who
When
niggas
was
ready
to
murder
me
You
stayed
up
in
the
crib,
like
a
bitch
Lookin'
ill,
and
it′s
lurkin′
me
I
got
stabbed
for
you
Yo,
shot
up
the
ass
for
you
Should
stop
blowin'
the
cabs
for
you
Chill,
some
niggas
called
crabs
for
you
Holdin′
them
garbage
bags
for
you
Ill,
blowin'
them
hags
for
you
See
the
gun
wound,
went
down
for
you
Who
ran
up
in
the
house,
duke
Caught
one
from
he
and
for
who
When
niggas
was
ready
to
murder
me
You
stayed
up
in
the
crib,
like
a
bitch
Lookin′
ill,
and
it's
lurkin′
me
I
got
stabbed
for
you
Yo,
shot
up
the
ass
for
you
Should
stop
blowin'
the
cabs
for
you
Chill,
some
niggas
called
crabs
for
you
Holdin'
them
garbage
bags
for
you
Ill,
blowin′
them
hags
for
you
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1 Get It Up
2 What Chu Want
3 Oh My God
4 Come On
5 Why
6 Ghetto
7 My Dogz Iz My Gunz
8 Not Die'N
9 Money Talks
10 State vs. Kirk Jones
11 Baby Brother
12 Cheatin'
13 What If I Was White
14 Sister I'm Sorry
15 Licken Off In Hip-Hop
16 Wonderful World
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