Copper To Cash lyrics

[ VERSE 1 ]

Money, money, money, muthafuckin green

Reach inside my pocket, I don`t feel it, and I wanna scream

Nigga, give it up, cause I want every penny in your pocket

And your ass is goin down if you tell me you ain`t got it

I gotta make a profit in that Nickel Ward

Cause I ain`t with bein broke and times are gettin hard

I pull the gat and hit the boulevard huntin for a victim

Catch him slippin, pop the clip in, and then I get him

When in mama`s womb I was doomed, destined for poverty

And no nigga in the ghetto about to win a lottery

So what does it bother me to knock a nigga off?

I`m educated, in a robbery, bitch, I`m the boss

Mr. Lawman is quick to call this action a crime

Because they can`t tax robbery, they don`t get a dime

Everything`d be fine if I was working 9 to 5

But I can`t get that kinda job, I ain`t 5 ft. high

Since they don`t realize that my size ain`t shit

I`m gonna gaffle em and baffle em until my bank gets

To the maximum, I get the gat then i`m after them fast

Goin for bad, goin from copper to cash



Some people will try to jack you

Some people will even kill you

So give it to em, y`all



[ VERSE 2 ]

When I started writin lyrics it was like a religion to me

Cause when I seen the mic, you`re fuckin right, I was kickin it, gee

Knew that it was somethin that was gonna last a lifetime

When I pushed my homework aside so I could write rhymes

I sat in class hypnotized, my mind in a daze

Pretendin Bushwick Bill rippin up a stage

But back in the days Little Bill was soft as jello

And hard work pays, now I`m the hardest muthafucka in the ghetto

I assured I got the rhymes that was popular at times

But I hadn`t got my name on the dotted line

I couldn`t pay the dime, mama worked parttime

It made me so mad, I sat down and wrote hard rhymes

I ??? cause I couldn`t pay the fee

Then my boy gave me a ki, in a week I made a g

Pretty soon I was laughin in a mansion makin profits

Puttin half in the bank, keepin half in my pockets

Cops were hopin, cops were hopin they could get me net

They be promoted to a captain for the big arrest

I wasn`t slippin, I was givin the blues the blues

Cause I refused to lose, I grabbed the booze and cruised

Up the avenue, laughin at the people in school

Cause they broke as a muthafucka talkin bout a golden rule

You`re sayin I`m a fool for droppin out

I`m makin millions, well daddy, what you`re talkin bout?

I remember scrapin up pennies for the 4-double oz`s

Now my refigerator`s full of Olde E

I used to only rap on the schoolyard

Now I`m in the studio droppin lyrics too hard

I took the road to the riches in a dash

Left my competators at last, they run from copper to cash



Some people will try to jack you

Some people will even kill you

So give it to em, y`all



[ VERSE 3 ]

A lotta people didn`t think that it could happen

They all started laughin when I told em I`d be rappin

But now I`m cashin in big checks from the Rap-A-Lot

Bill`s gettin paid, now it`s my turn to laugh a lot

I live the life that a lotta niggas dream of

I sit back and smoke cess in a steam tub

I got bitches and bitches and bitches and bitches

And more bitches on my dick, they like the size of my pockets

But I ain`t cuttin for a stinky piece of pearl tongue

She makes a move for my wallet, and the girl`s hung

Cause when you`re broke, you`re a joke, but when you get cash

Them muthafuckin stink hoes want half

So all of you funky-ass hoes can kiss

My Geto-Boy-midget-mind-of-a-lunatic-

Fuck-a-war-can`t-be-stopped-size-ain`t-shit-

Other-level-rap-a-lot-copper-to-cash-dick

But if you just wanna fuck me

Yeah aight, aight, you can suck a nigga`s Chuckie



Some people will try to jack you

Some people will even kill you

So give it to em, y`all
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