money and run [Chorus: Everlast] C'mon, take the money and run {*v/ scratched: "Run"*} C'mon, take the money and run {*v/ scratched: "Run"*} hey, hey, hey C'mon, take the money
take the money and run (run) Come on take the money and run, hey hey hey Come on take the money and run Come on take the money and run, hey hey hey
take that (Jermaine Dupri: Take that, take that) Long Beach is on the motherfuckin map The city by the sea, R.I.P. J.D., you know about the L.B.C. My
got some cheddar Girls be like (A LOON)! Take that, get money, cars, player That's that act innocent get his credit card for his info (ah) For her and
them I'm a blaze her I'm the Bad Boy flavor, light blue gators Not guilty and I'm filthy, c'mon Make this money, take this money Ain't no way you can
all the players got the girls 'cause they'd hustle and rob I was like makin' 'bout 1-50 a week And after taxes, you know what that is lunch meat And
the club with my crew and then I'm outta there Hit some skins, act bugged, that was a rap career Then Run-D.M.C. jumped the fuck off Got mad paid, word
goes down I low ride and I sag and cuss I cover my face with the rag and bust D.C. and Cleveland are some down-ass towns But South Central L.A. is where
about it and made em write about it Fuck what they say about me I'm livin' bout it bout it Big D-O-Double G ya know I'm livin' rowdy rowdy (Snoop Dogg
touch the phone ya heard me? money come money go i know but everytime i flow it's mo money fa sho ya heard me? in the street niggas sayin i'm nice ya
money **** money ****money ****money Lying like there's no money(Uhhh) Gotta go money Pockets feeling drained then it's back to snatching chains and I (Wish a n***a run
tonight? (repeat once more) {verse 2} No Christmas here I'm taking time and a half gotta make that cash even if a nigga gotta drive that cab I'm gonna
card And still take my guitar and take a walk in the park Any play the sweetest melody the street ever heard Now bitches sucking on my nouns and I'm eating
Hands in Brooklyn croos that Bridge tuck your goods in niggas get shot locked down wear im from stick ups turn to shoot outs niggas you better run! Run! run! run
life by how one lives and what he did And funny how these black killer companies is makin' money off us Fast food, cola, soda, skull and bone crossers
Queens niggas run you niggas, ask Russell Simmons Ha, R O C get gunned up and clapped quick J.J. Evans get gunned up and clapped quick Your whole damn record label gunned up and
bring it, sing it loud I'm from the Lou and I'm proud Run a mile for the cause, I'm righteous above the law Playa my style's raw, I'm "Born to Mack" like
so don't deny me I be Little like your Rascals and stymie to fly that hiney Buy me keys, to my Benz and my Coupe Like Jay and Run and D.M.C.'s, that's