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bushwick bill - copper to cash lyrics

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[ verse 1 ]
money, money, money, m-th-f-ckin green
reach inside my pocket, i don’t feel it, and i wanna scream
n-gg-, give it up, cause i want every penny in your pocket
and your -ss 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 n-gg- in the ghetto about to win a lottery
so what does it bother me to knock a n-gg- off?
i’m educated, in a robbery, b-tch, 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 sh-t
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 f-ckin 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 cl-ss 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 m-th-f-cka in the ghetto
i -ssured 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 m-th-f-cka 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 scr-pin 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 n-gg-s dream of
i sit back and smoke cess in a steam tub
i got b-tches and b-tches and b-tches and b-tches
and more b-tches on my d-ck, 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 m-th-f-ckin stink hoes want half
so all of you funky–ss hoes can kiss
my geto-boy-midget-mind-of-a-lunatic-
f-ck-a-war-can’t-be-stopped-size-ain’t-sh-t-
other-level-rap-a-lot-copper-to-cash-d-ck
but if you just wanna f-ck me
yeah aight, aight, you can suck a n-gg-‘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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