Post by J$crILLa on May 5, 2004 19:27:38 GMT -5
The All Mighty Dollar
[Cash register drawer opens]
INTRO(j$crilla)
i got my money on my mind/
my mind on my money/
i got my money on my mind/
my mind on my money/
VERSE ONE(j$crilla)
j-$crilla, im as powerful as the all mighty dollar/
my flow will open ya eyez like a late night caller/
i got knowledge of this game like a hip hop sholar/
my rhymez are needed like our nations currency/
hearin me on the mic is like havin brain surgery/
when u come out of the coma, your a new person/
its certain i make no mistakes, try to be perfect/
i remain true to myself and the money im earnin/
live life on the grind, concentrate on love, not hate/
and everytime i pick up a pen- art is what i create/
im the root of all evil, yet everyone tryin to get me/
everytime you see a Cadillac u assume that its me/
picture me sippin OE and rollin up phillies of sticky/
im droppin bombs like my name was George Bush/
the war still aint over, prepare ya self for tha hook/
HOOK(j$crilla)
its the root of all evil/
its what killin most people/
its the reason we steal/
its the reason for drug deals/
its that All Mighty Dollar/
money makes fine hoez holla
its that All Mighty Dollar/
VERSE TWO(j$crilla)
no one survives if u stupid, so i suggest u use ya brain/
concentrate on keepin your body healthy like nutri-grain/
make sure you dont go over board and abuse the game/
getcha loot the right way, and fuck a job with light pay/
only money can turn a rainy day into a sunny bright day/
they key is to find a way to make talents turn to paper/
that turns to respect which turns to power, fuck haterz/
dont we all want our crib to be bigger then our neighbors/
i will do it by spittin rhymes that keep flowin like rivers/
words that damage your hears like liqour to your liver/
mister dollarsign and i make these haterz sit and quiver/
my style is so cold, you turn Eskimo and start to shiver/
these verses are like cancer, cuz there aint nothin sicker/
its the All mighty dollar also known as J-mu’fuckin $crilla/
hittin harder then Muhammad Ali in the ‘Thrilla in Manilla’/
HOOK(j$crilla)
its the root of all evil/
its what killin most people/
its the reason we steal/
its the reason for drug deals/
its that All Mighty Dollar/
money makes fine hoez holla
its that All Mighty Dollar/
OUTRO(j$crilla)
i got my mind on my money/
my money on my mind/
i got my mind on my money/
my money on my mind/
[Cash register drawer closes]
[Cash register drawer opens]
INTRO(j$crilla)
i got my money on my mind/
my mind on my money/
i got my money on my mind/
my mind on my money/
VERSE ONE(j$crilla)
j-$crilla, im as powerful as the all mighty dollar/
my flow will open ya eyez like a late night caller/
i got knowledge of this game like a hip hop sholar/
my rhymez are needed like our nations currency/
hearin me on the mic is like havin brain surgery/
when u come out of the coma, your a new person/
its certain i make no mistakes, try to be perfect/
i remain true to myself and the money im earnin/
live life on the grind, concentrate on love, not hate/
and everytime i pick up a pen- art is what i create/
im the root of all evil, yet everyone tryin to get me/
everytime you see a Cadillac u assume that its me/
picture me sippin OE and rollin up phillies of sticky/
im droppin bombs like my name was George Bush/
the war still aint over, prepare ya self for tha hook/
HOOK(j$crilla)
its the root of all evil/
its what killin most people/
its the reason we steal/
its the reason for drug deals/
its that All Mighty Dollar/
money makes fine hoez holla
its that All Mighty Dollar/
VERSE TWO(j$crilla)
no one survives if u stupid, so i suggest u use ya brain/
concentrate on keepin your body healthy like nutri-grain/
make sure you dont go over board and abuse the game/
getcha loot the right way, and fuck a job with light pay/
only money can turn a rainy day into a sunny bright day/
they key is to find a way to make talents turn to paper/
that turns to respect which turns to power, fuck haterz/
dont we all want our crib to be bigger then our neighbors/
i will do it by spittin rhymes that keep flowin like rivers/
words that damage your hears like liqour to your liver/
mister dollarsign and i make these haterz sit and quiver/
my style is so cold, you turn Eskimo and start to shiver/
these verses are like cancer, cuz there aint nothin sicker/
its the All mighty dollar also known as J-mu’fuckin $crilla/
hittin harder then Muhammad Ali in the ‘Thrilla in Manilla’/
HOOK(j$crilla)
its the root of all evil/
its what killin most people/
its the reason we steal/
its the reason for drug deals/
its that All Mighty Dollar/
money makes fine hoez holla
its that All Mighty Dollar/
OUTRO(j$crilla)
i got my mind on my money/
my money on my mind/
i got my mind on my money/
my money on my mind/
[Cash register drawer closes]
