king kong

forever m.c. x it's different

make money

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i'm king kong

this my theme song

with sky on the hook

we touch kareems soul

your team's on

homie dream on

in the movie about pussies you play the lead role

sensitive rapper

oh sensitive rappers

we meant to get active

we interact with killers and factors

we chillin' with trappers

we in the back with infamous jackers

and infinite clappers roast to the back

we get the shit crackin' exactly like that

the streets give me a hundred dollar credit

keep it one hundred

nothin' sweet like a fuckin' diabetic

and hip hop ain't dead

but radio programmers should be

fuck it

i just said it

nothing i regretted

unapologetic

this whole rap industry's like a survival quest

and the idiot sittin' behind the desk is your final test

first they'll censor you and then tax you like the irs

jerk me for my money

you better buy a vest

you better have a iron chest

it's like a couple of pervs with ear fetishes

fuck what you've heard

you're ear-relevant

whether jugglin' birds or hustlin' words

for mathematics

we 'bout action

that's numbers and verbs

yeah

oh! oh! oh!

ahhh! we gon' get it!

give it to 'em!

we gon' get it!

now give it to 'em

we gon' get it!

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we gon' get it!

now give it to 'em

make money

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i'm a legendary rapper

clap a tec quick

blastin' at your baby bassinet

snap a neck

snatch a necklace

all i see is money

pussy

fame

power

sixty minute flights through them rain showers

that's because the plane's ours

'bout to turn these money stacks to algebra

and shotgun your passenger

you're about to take a dirt nap like africa

and we the fuckin' money team

read it and weep

ask me why i'm leavin' the d? i'm bob and weavin' the heat

modesty is the least

why respect is just a catch 22

give it to get it or expect it

just catch 22

they call me king karma

i've seen crowns layed down in extreme carnage

put mean garmets between me and armor

and i ain't even rhymin' man

i'm just being honest man

i would have your body lyin' in your home

while your soul flyin' to the promise land

bitches actin' like i gotta go home

'cause i'm in they stomach like sonograms

oh! oh! oh!

ahhh! we gon' get it!

give it to 'em!

we gon' get it!

now give it to 'em

we gon' get it!

give it to 'em!

we gon' get it!

now give it to 'em

make money

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money

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take money

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man

nobody talk a nigga like i'm in a wheelchair

you stay tryna walk a nigga

i'm from new york nigga

pull out

bang 'em with the hawk nigga

bom bom bom

outlined in chalk nigga

stick a fork in a nigga

i'm in the gym jumpin' rope

liftin' weights

spidey mags

speedbags

you can't cope

every word that i've ever said

you hang on to it

and even though i said it

it wasn't truth

ya ain't gon' do it

'cause i

write in my books 'cause my books is what i say

and what i say is my life

'cause the life took away

'cause the path has been dark for oh so long

spit it from the heart from the start

it can't go wrong

we gon' get it!

give it to 'em!

we gon' get it!

now give it to 'em

we gon' get it!

give it to 'em!

we gon' get it!

now give it to 'em