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- Composers:
- Eric Barrier
- Nathaniel Thomas Wilson
 
- See also:
Kool G. Rap And Dj Polo - Kool Is Back lyrics
featuring Ant LiveFreddie FoxxxLarge Professor
 "Money in the bankyeahhhh" 
 "Rocked and rolledbut then you rolled and rocked" 
 "Money in the bankyeahhhh" 
 "Rocked and rolledbut then you rolled and rocked" 
 [Large Professor] 
 Listen 
 You get upsetwhen you hear the Large Professor 
 on your girl's cassettedeckexpect 
 nothin comin softcause I'll never throw weaker blows 
 I'll kick you in your [ass] and your breath'll smell like sneaker soles 
 Now how's that for a fixin? 
 You'd better rather go to Roy's, cause I ain't kickin science fiction 
 I kick a size nine sneaker or boot 
 Chop chumps to stumps, and they remain mi-nute 
 The Sheik, I get deep, and always leave with the wet meat 
 Because of my technique, I'm the one you let speak 
 I collect crops and props like spinach 
 I'm vintage, your single sums up to a ten inch 
 My soul brother Van Paul and Pete Rock 
 keep the funk flowin until the last beat stops 
 The soul man, can't have you leavin on a stretcher 
 Probably, have you leavin in leather, I catch a body 
 from wreckin slum rappers, but to be frank 
 I don't give a [fuck] I got money in the bank 
 "Money in the bank, yeahhhh" 
 "Rocked and rolled, but then you rolled and rocked" 
 "Money in the bank, yeahhhh" 
 "Rocked and rolled, but then you rolled and rocked" 
 "Money in the bank, yeahhhh" 
 "Rocked and rolled, but then you rolled and rocked" 
 [Freddie Foxxx] 
 This is the stage of triple-X 
 when you're sittin by your radio, screamin, "Freddie Foxxx goes next" 
 Those beholdin the words of a master 
 find mental disaster, as I kick it faster 
 Whoever opposes me, and what I feel 
 might find their legs bein replaced by steel 
 This is a brand new year, and the penalty is death 
 so there won't be a lot of suckers left 
 I grab the mic, and I load it like a long four-fifth 
 huh, and dare you to riff 
 or even sneeze as I blow you to your knees, have you curled up 
 in a corner like a dog, with hoof in mouth disease 
 Spittin razor blades, cuttin veins you can't stitch 
 I got you screamin like a [bitch] 
 I took your microphone, you can't get it back 
 because your rap was wack 
 I'm comin fifty strong in an armored tank 
 and takin money to the bank 
 "Money in the bank, yeahhhh" 
 "Rocked and rolled, but then you rolled and rocked" Kool G. Rap And Dj Polo - Kool Is Back - http://motolyrics.com/kool-g-rap-and-dj-polo/kool-is-back-lyrics.html
 "Money in the bank, yeahhhh" 
 "Rocked and rolled, but then you rolled and rocked" 
 "Money in the bank, yeahhhh" 
 "Rocked and rolled, but then you ro.. rolled.." 
 [Kool G. Rap] 
 Kool G. Rap for your first selection, get up on it 
 To my opponents, let me just demonstrate for a minute 
 Crooks gettin hooked, to my book, just like an addiction 
 Stop your diction you drop, the science fiction 
 Let's get specific you can't get with it 
 I'm too terrific and scientific, forget it 
 don't even try to limp it, you're not ready to make hits 
 You still got a learner's permit 
 Poppin that [shit], you better sit 
 Here's a word, of a third degree burn, so listen and learn 
 You're missin a turn, so you better get, concerned 
 my challenger, check the calendar 
 I'm as live as a .45 caliber, Colt 
 with a silencer, wettin up, suckers I be settin up 
 Button up, while I'm cuttin up, never lettin up 
 I don't link up, with suckers with raps that shrank 
 Thanks sonny, I'm takin money to the bank 
 "Money in the bank, yeahhhh" 
 "Rocked and rolled, but then you rolled and rocked" 
 "Money in the bank, yeahhhh" 
 "Rocked and rolled, but then you rolled and rocked" 
 "Money in the bank, yeahhhh" 
 "Rocked and rolled, but then you rolled and rocked" 
 [Ant Live] 
 One in the chamber, eight in the clip 
 Pull out a razor, watch your rhyme book rip 
 It's Ant Live, liver and deliveries get liver 
 with G. Rap, and we're the sole survivors 
 MC's wanna try me, but can't escape, my clutch 
 Too much, caught in the ropes, like double dutch 
 You wanna run up, you better run up light 
 Cause like a whorehouse shippin out [pussy] tonight 
 Believe me I ain't goin out like a brick parachute 
 or a fruit, or a guy that wears Brut 
 cologne, I'm violent prone, so leave me alone 
 I'm about to set fire to the microphone 
 and leave the mic so hot you need potholders for this 
 Due to burnt wires it's cordless 
 (Yo Ant Live make suckers walk off the plank) 
 Not now, I'm takin money to the bank 
 "Money in the bank, yeahhhh" 
 "Money in the bank, yeahhhh" 
 "Money in the bank, yeahhhh" 
 "Money in the bank, yeahhhh" 
 "Money in the bank, yeahhhh" 
 "Money in the bank, yeahhhh"









