Cash Still Rules / Scary Hours (Still Don't Nothing Move but the Money) (Explicit)

Shake them niggaz

Scary hours no money out smash the Guinness Stout

Play the outfield Lucille switched cracks on shields

She's a rich fiend sacrifice her fam shift them niggaz to Queens

Guess jeans she charged thirty-five beans

Hit the cell phone regulate with well known tone

A Wally kingpin who also slam and strike edition

What up Corleone smoke the bone Tone phone me

What up he tried to slang there address him with chrome only

Grady with the gray beard transport for him

Rockin' Nike at Rastafarian burg pipin' that

Switchin' Benz's ten carat ni**a with gold lenses

Frontin' like he's sittin' on a lump he's sittin' on junk

You wanna pull a heist draw guns and robberies

You wanna rock rep step in yellow Wallabies

Names arraigned the century fox little glocks

Them niggaz with stocks wail on your blocks

Rich lifestyle spoiled like an ordinary white child

But right now Son is still shine shed light now

Breakdown liquidate God f**k it grab the nickel plate

Spencer for Hire tension when we mention Dryer

He's a slave cop behave pop

Blue suits who bay stop us

Blow that cat at the Purple Haze spot

I remember stickin' fiends at the one-six-ooh

When we was starvin' duckin' five-oh payin' 'em dues

Times is hard in the slums I'm from they got us barred in

We warrin' and cage dodgin' rippin' and robbin'

Got the NARC sabotagin' slippin' cracks in your camouflagin'

Now you snitchin' on the squadron

That's somethin' niggaz can't pardon

City overrun by young gun with bad intention and Wu-Wear garment

So I see no need to mention

The potency of a sting from a killa bee

Kickin' the battery out the back of them

Wisecracks distorted for your get high you hijack

These friendly skies ain't for you they for me and mine

This the year of the grimy ni**a ragtime

Keep these niggaz on the run peep my Clan emblem

Iron Lung ain't got to tell you where it's comin' from

Catch us swimmin' with these sharks now you rap villains

We feel the same way you feelin' let it be known

What the blood clot you niggaz dealin' you crash dummies

Cash rules still don't nuttin' move but the money

Aiyyo Strongarm that kid right there with wavy hair

Billy Johnson snatched him out his whip in Times Square

Took his Pumas nameplate dude lost weight

Summer eighty-eight started a fight that can't wait

Ask Dorothy same kid p**sy up in Marsey

Blazin' that Tad Rossi up in the Marquis

He lost like a hundred ounces Jake rushed his houses

Had him on the porch a** no trousers

This souped up individual stuck the new stuff

Same kid cryin' on the stand with Judge Cuffner

Kissed him with art num it's three to nine style

Before he left he flashin' his face like Denzel

Richard Dale took his Beaver off the wall pullin' his whip

Mussy dropped and split his wig with the heater

His shape-up was all f**ked up as he had me laughin'

God you see how he was laid out in the grass with dirt in his mouth

Slim woke him up told him he wild out

Blood leakin' from his teeth he smiled like he gunned out

Big bolo stackin' his sh*t financed a Volvo

He copped his sh*t from a small coffee shop in SoHo

He still p**sy he sell his dust up on the Lower East

Posin' like he rappin' out