[ VERSE 1 ]  Money, money, money, muthafuckin green  Reach inside my pocket, I don't feel it, and I wanna scream  Nigga, give it up, cause I want every penny in your pocket  And your ass is goin down if you tell me you ain't got it  I gotta make a profit in that Nickel Ward  Cause I ain't with bein broke and times are gettin hard  I pull the gat and hit the boulevard huntin for a victim  Catch him slippin, pop the clip in, and then I get him  When in mama's womb I was doomed, destined for poverty  And no nigga in the ghetto about to win a lottery  So what does it bother me to knock a nigga off?  I'm educated, in a robbery, bitch, I'm the boss  Mr. Lawman is quick to call this action a crime  Because they can't tax robbery, they don't get a dime  Everything'd be fine if I was working 9 to 5  But I can't get that kinda job, I ain't 5 ft. high  Since they don't realize that my size ain't shit  I'm gonna gaffle em and baffle em until my bank gets  To the maximum, I get the gat then i'm after them fast  Goin for bad, goin from copper to cash    Some people will try to jack you  Some people will even kill you  So give it to em, y'all    [ VERSE 2 ]  When I started writin lyrics it was like a religion to me  Cause when I seen the mic, you're fuckin right, I was kickin it, gee  Knew that it was somethin that was gonna last a lifetime  When I pushed my homework aside so I could write rhymes  I sat in class hypnotized, my mind in a daze  Pretendin Bushwick Bill rippin up a stage  But back in the days Little Bill was soft as jello  And hard work pays, now I'm the hardest muthafucka in the ghetto  I assured I got the rhymes that was popular at times  But I hadn't got my name on the dotted line  I couldn't pay the dime, mama worked parttime  It made me so mad, I sat down and wrote hard rhymes  I ??? cause I couldn't pay the fee  Then my boy gave me a ki, in a week I made a g  Pretty soon I was laughin in a mansion makin profits  Puttin half in the bank, keepin half in my pockets  Cops were hopin, cops were hopin they could get me net  They be promoted to a captain for the big arrest  I wasn't slippin, I was givin the blues the blues  Cause I refused to lose, I grabbed the booze and cruised  Up the avenue, laughin at the people in school  Cause they broke as a muthafucka talkin bout a golden rule  You're sayin I'm a fool for droppin out  I'm makin millions, well daddy, what you're talkin bout?  I remember scrapin up pennies for the 4-double oz's  Now my refigerator's full of Olde E  I used to only rap on the schoolyard  Now I'm in the studio droppin lyrics too hard  I took the road to the riches in a dash  Left my competators at last, they run from copper to cash    Some people will try to jack you  Some people will even kill you  So give it to em, y'all    [ VERSE 3 ]  A lotta people didn't think that it could happen  They all started laughin when I told em I'd be rappin  But now I'm cashin in big checks from the Rap-A-Lot  Bill's gettin paid, now it's my turn to laugh a lot  I live the life that a lotta niggas dream of  I sit back and smoke cess in a steam tub  I got bitches and bitches and bitches and bitches  And more bitches on my dick, they like the size of my pockets  But I ain't cuttin for a stinky piece of pearl tongue  She makes a move for my wallet, and the girl's hung  Cause when you're broke, you're a joke, but when you get cash  Them muthafuckin stink hoes want half  So all of you funky-ass hoes can kiss  My Geto-Boy-midget-mind-of-a-lunatic-  Fuck-a-war-can't-be-stopped-size-ain't-shit-  Other-level-rap-a-lot-copper-to-cash-dick  But if you just wanna fuck me  Yeah aight, aight, you can suck a nigga's Chuckie    Some people will try to jack you  Some people will even kill you  So give it to em, y'all