Black Moon - Make Munne

(One two y'all, ya don't stop) --] KRS-One

 [ VERSE 1: Buckshot Shorty ]
Back in the days we used to hit Pitkin Av
 Knapsack strapped on my back cause everything got bagged
In sight, when I got put out put up a fight
 Then I took flight, all you seen was a streak of light
 Ghost, you didn't catch me if you wanted to
I broke, it's time to catch some wreck, where's my crew?
 Hit up the ball ( ? ), fill up the pad with ease
 Pump shit on the block and make at least two g's
 Sometimes I even hit the pocket, I got knocked
 One time, two times, shit, they couldn't stop it
 I had to make my loot, I had to make my dough
 So I took my 'Lo and Guess, then bumped the rest
 On the ave, it's all about the green
 And niggas who make mad green know what I mean
 So if you in the house and you know what it's about
 Gettin paid, come on, let me hear you shout

 [ Hook ]
Make money, money, make money, money, money (4X)
 Take money, money, take money, money, money (4X)

 [ VERSE 2: Buckshot Shorty ]
 I got to get paid, and I mean quick fast
 And if it ain't the cash then that ass get blast
 Livin in New York nowadays is like damn
 Cause if you're broke nobody wants to be your man
 Especially the girls when it come to gettin game
 You got to have the loot plus the gear to maintain
 I can't take the heat, there's a strain on my brain
 And when my pockets are broke my heart feels the pain
 I gotta get a grip cause I might just flip
 I'm thinkin of a vic, where's my crew and my clip?
 It's a jack, take your fuckin hand off the wheel
 Turn around slowly, bitch, you know the deal
 (Shorty, you crazy) Nah, I need dough
 And I'mma do what I gotta do, where's my flow?
 I wanna grab the mic, flip the script and get paid
 But if I puff a daydream, damn, I'm gettin played
 Word to my meals, no frills, gotta go
 And if you wanna bump makin dough let me know
 I rather get paid with the paid program
 You can keep your fame and fuck who's the man
 I scheme and I scheme till I go get the green
 And if you want a scene of the money fiend
 Niggas ( ? ) hit the screen
 Everybody in the house, if you want dough
 You gots to let me know

 [ Hook ]

 [ VERSE 3: Buckshot Shorty ]
 I'm gettin kinda old, now my moms wanna flip
 Up out the crib, damn, I gotta hit a fuckin lick
 The house ain't clean and the rent's overdue
 I hear the same line, yeah, "I do it all for you"
 You do it all for me but all I want is my own
 I wanna represent, so I keep shit known
 That I'm for the dough and nothin but the dead pres
 Fuck Uncle Sam and the bullshit he says
 You got to get paid says the man on the corner
 See a fly shortie lookin good, push up on her
 Now I'm like the man cause I bring home the bacon
 Shit is mad real, kid, ain't no move-fakin
 On the streets of New York, whatever you talk
 It seems like only poor people eat pork
 Word to my herb, make your loot in the spot
 If you wanna get paid, let me see you lick one shot

 [ Hook ]