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money making jam boys - we rise كلمات الأغنية

[hook: dice raw]
let’s toast to our enemy’s demise
and raise our gl-sses high
cuz’ when they fall, we rise
and you can see the fear in they eyes

let’s toast to emcees across the world
and then to our old girls
who fell victim to the game
then toast to our new flames

[verse 1: dice raw]
silver, gold, platinum, palladium
i dream of precious metals and how to obtain them
i have nightmares about the ghetto that i came from
fantasize of k!lling compet-tion but there ain’t none
yo, f-ck hot, i’m talking 400 fahrenheit
these juvenile lyricists can’t compare to dice
i’m hip hop’s savior, i’m compared to christ
walk like i walk, it could change your life
so rock on ice with condoleezza rice
my stocks up while you pay the after market price
the bubble pops, the second one i l!ck a shot
the crown falls, i pick it up and dust it off
and then i place it on the head of the real boss
page 3, section b, number 2 clause
in my jam boys contract is tear the roof off
and never show love to ya’ll goofb-lls

[hook: dice raw]

[verse 2: truck north]
amongst the champagne gl-sses
toast to the good and bad times that p-ssed us
narrow cast, been aiming for the m-sses
stay about a dollar like a strip club dancer
until they add up, it’s still grind time
and scared money ain’t nothing like mine
between the prince and the pauper, there’s a fine line
small things to a motherf-cking mastodon
tell your girl let em’ breathe like the finest wine
i’m a hundred miles and runnin’ on an incline
so ignant, malignant — they all benign
you can see it in they eyes, man they never lie
it’s all cl-ssic, j-b magic
long line of girls just to get a quick trashing
and then i leave them spun like a planet
i’m talking cash sh-t, cradle to the casket

[hook: dice raw]

[verse 2: s.t.s.]
twist a forty sack, the dutch can hold a dub
i’m with a couple cougars, the 40–40 club
i finally caught a buzz, so f-ck the cost of bub
we grab the baddest b-tches, and raise the bottles up
don’t try and follow us, cause we ain’t role models
i’m running n-ggas off the road in the old model
stone cobble, road rough, you know the game
i’m sugar slim, light skin, you know the frame
all terrain, what it doing it’s all in vein
i’m all-state with these flows, and sharing what i claim
broad straight to my arm, you know the cost of fame
so many jewels in my verses, i never bought a chain
it’s all the same, ladies never seem to complain
they see me clubbing, tell me “sugar, keep doing ya’ thing”
my gl-ss is full, couple bottles on ice
toastin’ death to the haters, boy, it’s a wonderful life

[hook: dice raw]

- money making jam boys

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