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Jimmy Witherspoon - It's All About The Benjamins lyrics
[Jin]
 Whether you post on the block, or sittin on a stoop
 Listen to the truth that we spittin in the booth
 Might see me sober, on a mission with my troops
 Or in a alley, tipsy, pissin on my boots
 Why'd the chicken cross the road?
 She saw me sittin in a Coupe (coop)
 Fully equipped, only thing missin is the roof
 I'm tryin to own shit
 Yeah I buy CDs but most of the time, bump my own shit
 And since a teenager, spent my own chips
 Fuck an allowance, now we push our own whips
 And y'all cats sound real pathetic
 Tryin to scramble up a down payment, just to build your credit
 If you ain't got skills then debt it
 Test a kid, when he spit, guaranteed that you will regret it
 I'm tellin you, approach the game with caution
 It ain't hard to get addicted to fame and fortune
 Anticipatin to get signed, could be a long wait
 You fishin for compliments but you usin the wrong bait
 Just to build mine, had to destroy some careers
 Accomplished in six months, what you tried to do for years
 Cause I'm playin in the game, you hatin in the stands
 Got dropped in the second round of Makin of the Band
 I bagged 'em all, from East Coast broads to California hos
 Only go raw, when I'm eatin California rolls
 My style's like smokin a sack, how potent is that?
 I'm the main event, you just the openin act
 You could check across the Atlantic Ocean and back
 Got every Chinese kid in the ghetto quotin my rap
 When I step on stage, you know the baddest is here, 
 Turned a hole in a wall club into Madison Square. 
 They applaud for me, and that's the way it oughtta be. 
 Mad love in Philly, when I rock The Armory. 
 Whack ass rappers wanna puncture a artery? 
 Soft ass flows, man you ain't harmin' me, 
 I turn your 16 into a four-part harmony, Bitch... 
 [Gobe]
 Stay on my gristle, we grizzly
 Sleep like winters, eat beats like dinners
 Reaps like sinners, even if we off the block got the street life in usJimmy Witherspoon - It's All About The Benjamins - http://motolyrics.com/jimmy-witherspoon/its-all-about-the-benjamins-lyrics.html
 We out of town, got the at least five renters
 With the hos all I need is five minutes
 They call me the plumber, open they walls put the deep pipe in 'em
 Henny and Hypnotic, nigga I spit logic
 Niggas was missin my bullets so now I just lobbed it
 Went pro out of high school, skipped college
 Stayin at ???? class to get knowledge
 Hot as fire, blazin like Stoudamire
 Ride with a lop-sided tire
 And I won't stop rockin 'til I retire
 Look, I'm the lamp post's livest wire
 And these rats probably wired
 If I'm a liar, that's like being unemployed with jobs for hire
 I ain't gettin booked for shit you could top the prize
 And look, I know it's crowded I'm just tryin to get by ya
 Slide aside before I decide to slide ya
 You in the trunk, we ready to drive and hide ya
 Shit you know what I'll do to you (what?)
 Nigga go ahead push me 
 I had your funeral doin the pussy
 It's the bottom of the ninth nigga go up on third
 What type of pitcher don't throw no curve
 You a motherfuckin dodo bird
 I never bite my tongue or hold no words
 ??I herb?? go, flow, so remarkable, still sell yayo
 Niggas used to short me until I copped a scale, they blazed me once
 I been doin this for years, you still countin baby months
 A nigga only daze me once
 But I never fold up, I still catch you with a crazy punch
 Put you on ice like baby fronts
 And my family tight like the Brady Bunch
 [Jin]
 Yo, hey yo I still got it
 Sick flow with a ill logic
 Battle verses are spittin by the real topic
 Don't get ripped on the spot
 How you sittin on 20s but can't afford to park your whip in the lot
 I'ma spit for my block, no one reppin for us
 Go 'head sleep, think we don't got weapons to bust?
 Hate a dick tease, let a brotha get a quick squeeze
 Ain't tryin to fuck already at the telly trick please










