[Intro]   To everybody in the struggle   If somebody ever told you that you couldn't do somethin'   And you still made it happen   Congratulations   Soul clap for all the independent women   Soul clap for all my homies straight thuggin'   Clap for the real MCs buzzin'   We the leaders of the new school      [Verse 1]   Momma's in tha kitchen cookin' that rice   Father's outside shootin' them dice   Brother's in jail, raisin' hell   Sister's on the corner sellin' fruit cocktail   Family alcoholics still sippin' his booze   That's why I'm rappin over rhythm n' blues   To all you rich black folks wit ya glistenin' jewels   Entrepreneurs, all you millionare dudes   Before you catch another case, limit your moves   Johnny Cochran got a brain tumor, I deliver the news   What if mother nature aborted the sky   When would we shoot our fireworks on the fourth of July?   We can't afford to live, so abortions rise   Can't afford the truth, so we told to lie   Can't afford a funeral, 'cause the costs is high   God damn, we can't even afford to die!      [Chorus]   But if you buyin' a house, I'll be your land lord   I'll finance you a car, that's if you can't afford   I'll own the jails, the banks, and all the property   Here's a million, come on big shot, let's play Monopoly      [Verse 2]   'Cause when the rappers start grindin'   It's a shame, a out-of-towner gotta sign them   But when his album drop and he go diamond   Everybody beside him   Every real artist need a real label to sign them   Just like every good man need a good woman behind them   It ain't about havin' the baddest chick on the streets   I respect the dude Nas 'cause he married Kelis, but still   If you ain't ready, just wanna be my fiance   Than we could do it like Jay Z and Beyonce   Pardon my language, if you a real bitch   Than we could do it like Jada and Will Smith   Coincidence, where we come in to spin it at   We in tha same place that we first got rich at   They only gonna give us what they know they will get back   So when you get money, don't you ever forget that      [Chorus]      [Verse 3]   He got a DVD flow   They need to give me man, Smack, his own TV show   The voice of the jails, voice of the streets   Kay Slay's show should play seven days a week   We pull guns on each other, are we still peoples?   If you strapped and I'm not strapped, we still equal?   The say don't carry guns, 'cause guns real lethal   But guns don't kill people, people kill people   My cousin gotta do time, he say it ain't nuthin'   Told me, I could do the time standin' on my head, cousin   Yo Paps, stay focused, you out hear bustin'   By the time I come home, you gonna be somethin'   I wish I could do half his time for him   We go in there thuggin', he do a year, I do a year   They run and concur it, but still   It's all about havin' money and property, true   They'd rather see us doin' drugs and robberies, true   We gotta flip that into the economy, you   So my philosophy's the way of the world   Let's play Monopoly!      [Outro]   You gotta monopolize and strategize   So we can get this money   Get filthy rich   Thugacation   Street Sweapers   C'mon man   East coast, pop a bottle wit y'all   West coast, pop a bottle wit y'all   Down south, pop a bottle wit y'all   Count your blessings, you ain't promised tomorrow