Time Is Money

Prison, I was seventeen years old walkin in prison, blood

Seventeen years old, they charged me as an adult

They said I was a menace to society around this bitch, you know?

Know what I'm sayin? My first case was a murder

Tipped to murder, murder, robbery, sexual, two murders

This is for the poor folks whose only hope

Is that they get more dope to knock off quick

And this is for the nigga with beef, no talk

Just to hawk or a nine milli', pop off quick

And this is for the honey gettin cash with her ass

But it's trash 'cause she gotta hop on more dicks

But what could I do or what could I say?

Nothin' much, so I hit the lab and puff more spliffs

From the bottom of the barrel, Sad Styles shoutin'

I'm with an arrow, born wild but I descended from the Pharaohs

Need cheese like Sbarro's, but I ain't tryin to eat the shit

Run around deep and shit, liquor and some reefer shit

Money plus love is what a thug nigga need to get

Ninety-five, Creed knockin' Heavy D, Monifah shit

God run the mob 'cause he make the Grim Reaper hit

Align with the science that'll drop, shit look wrinkled

So I let the iron pop, I'm hotter than what's fryin in the wok

You either livin' large or you dyin on the block

Nigga, am I right or wrong?

Tryin' to get paid 'cause the day push the night along

Ghost be hydroplanin', in the first, in the car

I'm the one that Filipinos paintin'

I relate to the poor 'cause I hate bein' poor

Time is money, motherfucker, I ain't waitin no more

You don't drive-bys, blood, I don't believe in that shit

Let me at 'em, I'll walk up on my motherfuckin' enemy, blood

What's my only? (Gun shots)

All y'all done take the bitch niggas out the street, son

I ain't with all that, man

Rollin by, I'ma shoot the shit, I might shoot anything, anybody

Yeah, it's the Ghost and the most anticipated

I updated the standards, upgraded my Spanish

Was up late with the hammers, hidin inside the North Face

Panhandlin raw base, duckin' a court case

As kids it was crazy, see I don't like to talk about it

We was playin tag, I found the body and just walked around it

I come from the gutter, no, I come from the bottom

No, I come from fifty feet underneath where they found Sodom

Nothin' was a walk in the park, that'll get you robbed

This ain't Central Park, it's Brooklyn, don't nobody jog

Everybody hard pressed for guap

So yeah, we wild like Ron Artest a lot

It's best you stop screwin' around, homie, and give me mine

Or get cooked in front of your girl like y'all in Benihana's

Don't want your lung, just want your ones, won't do you any harm

If you just stop movin', see? A couple twenties gone

Time is money and money, I ain't got time

Trust me, the notebook is right beside the Glock nine

I look at both of 'em every day, so y'all can go 'head and play

That's word to everything, I'll put this pen away

Time is money and money, I ain't got time

Trust me, the notebook is right beside the Glock nine

I look at both of 'em every day, so y'all can go 'head and play

That's word to everything, I'll put this pen away

Fuck around, get pistol-whipped fuckin' with me

Westside, I don't play that shit, blood

They got me fucked up

Now you know, this just a little toy gun to me right here, blood

You know, when a nigga fuck around

Wanna get some gangsta shit, nigga go...