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[intro kyba watson]
money is the root of all evil (evil) x8
money is the root of all

[j.o.b skit from friday]

[verse 1 kyba watson]
okay now what if little kizzy fell into
the wrong crowd, what if you saw little kizzy
on the block slanging loud? got his mama
thinkin’ d-mn what happened to her child
boy i’m bout to hit this l!ck yeah i’m bout to hit
this l!ck. i’m bout to make this money fast, i’m
bout to make this money quick. i grabbed my gat then
put it in my black backpack. i plan to make a grip
boy i plan to make a stack. i won’t stop until i
really get my pockets fat, okay i hopped into
the whip and then i smashed up on the gas.riding
through my hood with my pistol on the dash , around
this time boy i guess i should have been in cl-ss
but the way i’m flunking outta school you would
think i was dumb, the way i’m sippin’ on my drink
you would think it was rum. we were young and dumb
residing from the slum. trying to stack our cheese
up and make it add up to a sum, and as my heart races
to the beat of the drum i say!

[chorus: kyba watson]
i’m ’bout to hit this l!ck (hit this l!ck, hit this l!ck)
i’m ’bout to make this money fast
i’m ’bout to get it quick
and if you think i’m changing boy
you can suck a d-ck (suck a d-ck, suck a d-ck)
(suck a d-ck, suck a d-ck)!

[verse 2 king maizy]
i’m about to hit this l!ck. mister owl, how many l!cks will it take till i get to the center of a tootsie pop? n-ggas shook me, to get me hot. f-ck their treaties. never on peace, i ain’t down for the pope sh-t. i’ll wipe them up, snap, crack them and light them up, i treat n-ggas like glow sticks, and this dope sh-t, so get hype. boy f-ck the rocks, f-ck packs, f-ck the block. i eat a n-ggas like m-ffin tops, take his cash, then jet, you can f-ck the cops

i’m in the air, balling. you can call that cory jefferson sh-t. who i gotta floor, and check to get rich, to move to a foreign land with this chick, who’s next to get hit. i’m hot, you should cool me off, never was it you and me, n-gga you can see if he rock. he’ll black that -ss. wanna do it anyway, see if he can finish you off

with a bang, the shot’s famous, say it or not. the main option to stop the pain, is obsolete. boy you shouldn’t rock with me, the scene’s awful to media, but not to me. i’m back to talk, n-ggas back to walking, your b-tch might want me, but that’s a not, sh-t your b-tch might see if she can talk the talk. tell the b-tch two-step, she can walk the walk

i’m bout cash… that’s false. i ain’t really bout sh-t. i don’t really give a sh-t, about sh-t. i could never give a sh-t about a sh-t. i’ll live without a purpose, just so i can sit around with a bunch of broke -ss, low life n-ggas, ambition is a no right type for the n-ggas. i can coast all night with the n-ggas, these n-ggas ain’t got no type, no hope, no fight no goals, no life

that’s right to me. i kind of feel that’s the life for me. just a broke -ss n-gga, with a toetag waiting for the day. till then, just waiting for the pay. n-gga living this way

i’m ’bout to hit this l!ck

[j.o.b skit from friday]

- kyba watson

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