(feat. Live Squad, 2Pac) [Background voice:] "Impossibbbbbbbblllllleeeeee, take your love from me" [Verse 1: E-Money Bags] I thought the Earth saw,
you Bone the same bitch and catch the same disease with' you If it don't go down like that then they ain't your friend [Verse 1: E-Money Bags] You can
it runs in my fam Cross roads, cross breeds, cross over weak mc's Horse man will always shine, never waste my time [E Money Bags] Crime relation got
t know me all that jealousy shit new enemy shit had me thinkin' on some foul shit, takin' a risk. [Verse 2: E-Money Bags] Money Bags, the mafioso type
good she Michael Jackson bad I'm attracted to her with her attractive ass you get her them matching bags i get her to pack them bags get straight
Move like a king when I roll hops You try to flex bang another nigga drops You gotta deal with this 'cause there's no way out Why? Cash money ain't
aint the type you shoot dice with and win dog Unless you want to get your ass layed out in gilmore Yes we soldiers, remind me Troy and E-Bags When they
'95 that was my last, I went back to the ave Thinkin', "Rap's a thing of the past" Rest in peace E money bags, no more cabs Got caught with the ratchet
In '95 that was my last, I went back to the ave thinkin' rap's a thing of the PAST Rest in peace E Money Bags, no more cabs, got caught with the ratchet
they get {niggaz} from the suburbs, that's herbs Yo this is for my {niggaz} on the block all day Who don't give a {fuck} waitin for crime to pay Put your money
So we mashed out Wave Street, partied on Broad Enter the 36 Chambers and swung swords Bug when the Force MD's met the Fat Boys Brought the ruckus like P.E
runnin? So y'all niggas can fly [Lil' Wayne] This a Big E beat, And I'm a cook this bitch like piggy meat Yeah, hehe You can get pork chopped, Young Money
shake, niggas flake Huh, flip it once more you're leary, huh Feds on your ass, hit money don't make money What happened to get money, the bitches, the cars and brick money
bad, boy, I got 20 alike Not the car but they know I be pushin' the white Dippin' Chevy in syrup, digital dash No bank accounts, my money in bags Go
when im dead whos on the beat upon the feature with Ed its D-E-V to the Z over tired, pale faced like Michael Myers bags underneath my eyes can show the
body like you want to Now now now now, I'm pumping on You heard about the kid, you know how I rock Went from pumpin' bags on the block, straight to the top So the money
any and every- thing that'll get a nigga blasted He's to the curb, plus I done heard He been hittin on my neighbors for money Runnin that bullshit drag
