My life is all about riches
and bitches
Snitches get stitches
Want me to put you on? Keep wishin'
You need to learn the rules and
conditions
There's facts that you missin'
Sit back and take notes, man, listen
First of all, the foundation
Money is the root of all evil
The cream'll have you
shittin' on your people
Livin' like lotto, everything is everything
Ain't nothin' changed but the clothes
that my money bring
I'm makin' figures that
I never thought possible
You tried to slow me down,
you'll find yourself in the hospital
My crew got the army of
Texases in them Acuras
Kid, you get your cap peeled backward
For years, I been tryna
blow for years
Gettin' bent off Mo et,
spend a G on beers
Livin' life to the fullest,
my story ends with a bullet
'Til the coke oil drop to
the bottom of the pot
My invincible crew will never stop
If you lookin', you can find me risin' to the top,
I'm a classic
Approach my level and get
your ass kicked
Floatin' in the river with
your body wrapped in plastic
I'm tryna make a half a million,
triple in size before my eyes
Another part of my team dies
I could still hear his voice
while he up in the skies
While the rest still livin',
steady tellin' me lies
It's like a bad dream and
I can't wake up
But at the same time,
I love it and I can't give it up
I gotta get mines,
no matter what the consequences
Count all my blessings,
add up my weapons
Cock back the nine,
let my heat serve purpose
Sling, do my thing,
organized fiend service
Tryna make a mil', it's stress,
you know the deal
So we sling krills, get your cap peeled,
'cause everything is real
But I wanna chill, laid up in a jacuzzi
Sippin' bubbly with my fingers on the Uzi
Try to infiltrate my fort, get caught
Dead up in New York,
my brain is packed with criminal thoughts
You get your life lost,
never found again, my friend
Mission com pleted,
watch you droppin' less than ten
On the road to the riches,
hittin' snitches off with mad stitches
Your last resting place'll
be your ditch, kid
No one can stop me,
try, your style's sloppy
You wanna be me,
you're just an imitation, copy
The theme is all about
makin' the green
Livin' up in luxury, pushin' fat whips,
Yo, yo, P
Yo, what up, fam?
Yo, what up, kid? Chillin'?
Yeah
No doubt,
I'm just gon' finish this joint
Oh
How much you got left, son?
'Bout a lil' half a minute,
I'ma finish in a lil' while
True, true, true, damn
What up?
What's up with them shorties, yo?
Oh, them bitches? They comin'
over in a little while, kid
you better hurry up and
get over here
Ayy, I hope them shorties ain't frontin',
man
Nah, never that, son,
come on, hurry up, man
Aight, aight, so, yo, um
Check it, I'll be over there in
a little, son
Little, you know what I'm sayin',
later on tonight, aight?
Yeah
Aight, chill
Too much dough to get
for one man to handle
Started from the bottom,
went further than I planned to
It's a whole new world and my
team is on
That's why your crew
and mines can't get along
But it ain't no thing to me
If I die, just bury me with
a bottle of Hennessy
And I'll be alright,
but I ain't droppin' no time soon
'Cause before you clap me,
I'ma clap you
If I offend you, so the fuck what?
If you ain't bustin' your gat,
then shut the fuck up
'Cause one less nigga's just
more money circulating
More clientele to keep
my pager percolating
Some bust me, don't discuss me,
trust me
Niggas tried to thump,
but got lumped very roughly
Then we boated in the three quarter
Across the water,
Queensbridge just right around the corner
Where you can find me at the store
spending my rent
Getting bent,
drink Dainy and save twenty cent
Find a bitch, then take her up
stairs and bend her over
The same every day 'til my life's
Mobb Deep 
