Money Or Love-Saukrates

Album by: Vol. 1-underground Tapes Artist by: Saukrates Intro Is he, is he wild? yes he, yes he is Is he, is he wild? yes he, yes he is Is he, is he wild? yes he, yes he is Over here Let me tell it for a minute Back at you now Yo Dollar, dollar bill y＇all Are these the hardest shoes to fill y＇all Take it in, as far as money＇s concerned, i＇mma break it in Your golden glove too stiff player? break it in Never heard of surplus, the way we touch Was like two, two gets this busy this much Severed all my ties and burnt all my bridges With the art of being broke, leaving y＇all folks suspicious Like who＇s that? cool cat move back Y＇all focus on one＇s, i＇ll let twos stack I＇mma prove that, the funk run in my vains And finance run in my brain, so they one in the same My definition is success, keep ＇em running from my reign Acid, it＇s classic, stresses of the game Moving past it, save it for drastic measures Turn the common paper chaser seeking plastic pleasures Smart card, my heart bogs to define pressure The lowest i go is 50/50 split no lesser Ride with me man, while we conquor this earth Squeezing pennies out this thing called rap for what it＇s worth I＇mma still get by Chorus (r&b singer) The worst will bet ya, is this money or love Wild bout will get ya, is this money or love Yo, i＇ll keep my change over there, see it? Never touch it, besides my maffy(?) he play the crutches Ever since i got the know how, sugar No change for ya, i＇ll throw this brain to ya Before i feel some shame for ya And breakdown ＇fess up, feel some pain for ya A mile in my shoes will prove this ain＇t strange to ya I see my world through the eyes of envious First question, can he bust? fo＇ sure i can Bet my {motherf**kin} last penny know i can Y＇all {*z} know it the way y＇all hold mic stands Still do it for the love, my {*z} stay above Sea level, feeling the highs like treble Even if the rule is fight fair, embezel And rock at navy blue six, no time to revel In light of their riches, still hitting switches Before you throw your criticism, wash your dishes The black magic rap lady go me spittin＇ vicious Swimming with sharks, hitting the charts, mind your business I got to go Chorus x2 Every now and then i＇m looking at my pen Thinking are we really friends, or Or am i just {f**ked} up something like pretend Would i hold my honey tighter even if she had no ends Or turn the {b**ch} out and cop a 600 benz, oh lord ** silent line ** Shake her a** worldwide and throw the cheese to me From ho to housewife, satisfy my needs She＇ll do wonders for my hunger, while massaging my greed Ya heard me? We bring every last john to his bloody knees While she wax off, i get my wax on Ya hot 97 and your power 106 Peep my property and throw saukrates these chips I got to go Chorus x4