coke money jones

ea$y money

the track matador

but i don't wave capes at bulls

to murder you lyrically i am cap-a-ble

'sup hater

i see how your face is screwed

how convenient - always been one to play with tools

see

i got the hammer

my squad is nuts

so you better bolt 'fore we wash a nigga up

my dogs i'm in the lab with

makin' wild classics

to pile mad chips

paper like a foul carrot

and to get it we bang-bang with the toaster

bring ya man with you

aim flame

hit you both up

main aim is to gain fame and get mo' bucks

easy

chilla

my man slaine from the coka

rap dudes ain't fuckin' with that

make sure we spit that shit till the chips stack quicker

mama you fly but i can't kick back with ya

but you can hold dick like you kidnapped richard

ea$y money helltown

and you don't stop

slaine reppin roslindale

and you don't quit

chilla jones dorchester

and you don't stop

coke money jones

and we're on our own shit

my habits are bad

my intentions are worse

they criticize my sentences

try to censor my verse

cause i'm insensitive

they thought i was pensive at first

like i was asian

but i'm just more expensive to jerk

i'm feelin caged in like a lion trapped in a zoo

i'm not relyin on what other rappers happen to do

i stick both of my fists in glass

fuckin wrap 'em in glue

if i have to

leave you bleedin while we're laughin at you

but if there ain't a lotta violence then i don't feel at home

makin money look ea$y with enough dope to chilla jones

the eyes of a hawk

heart of a lion

a killer's dome

so many demons in my past

i ain't never feel alone

i got my mind made up

it's fightin in the level

that i took it since i put it on 'the white man is the devil'

what you're lookin at

you're starin at a legend

poppy

it's pretty obvious i got the city locked and you could never stop me

ea$y money helltown

and you don't stop

slaine reppin roslindale

and you don't quit

chilla jones dorchester

and you don't stop

coke money jones

and we're on our own shit

you are wild

slaine

nowadays i'm a vowed name

i brainstorm

let the cloud rain

ha

we set the standard for lyrical

cause every 16 is plain nuts like planters original

splittin hard

not the one to be pissin off

listen

i got bars on lock like a prison guard

are we feudin with beef

yo?

knock at your door

pop in the four

put two in your peep hole

you wanna battle? stupid

i beast those

now you in front of foul lines like you shootin a free throw

east coast reppin

beantown violator

i'm on point off top like a skyscraper

annihilator

you can try

hater

just push me

the tec wet pussies like a vibrator

slaine said body it

hit 'em with cocky shit

now watch me spit more punches than a rocky flick

ea$y money helltown

and you don't stop

slaine reppin roslindale

and you don't quit

chilla jones dorchester

and you don't stop

coke money jones

and we're on our own shit