Prodigy of Mobb Deep — Money is a Weapon

Yo, Al hold up son, go into the files son The chemistry file son, you know what I mean? The secret, top secret files, pull out some exclusives son... This.. is... an exclusive... V.I.P and all that gangsta shit man... Run out and go get a whole boxload of them shits, so you can pass it out to everybody in the hood son, you know what I mean? They're gonna thank later Infamous soldiers, G-Unit motherfucking Guerillas, you heard? [Verse 1: Prodigy] Ever since 50 Cent signed Mobb Deep The dollars started pouring and the niggas wanna creep First thing I did, was buy a bomb proof truck Because mad that my comrades was murdered in they trucks Parked up, smoking blunts, they didn't see it coming Imma' live for all of my niggas that bit the bullet Wish they could see me now, with hundreds of thou's In a safebox, a few of them would try to take me out Possibly, because paper makes everything change Especially the mills, popping these pills Just to calm me down, I'm anxious for the sounds Of gunfire rounds, I cut a nigga down Like the rainforests, you be alone in the woods You a lost sheep, I'm a whole pack of wolves Straight jaro meat, dunn dunn, you dinn dinn And I don't go to sleep when that nigga write his shit [Hook] Money makes hearts turn cold, friends turn foes When jewelry get froze, women turn hoes Some people turn snitch, and state evidence Damn this money is a son of a bitch Don't you know it makes the good die young Money buy guns, because paranoia comes Along with those bucks You better watch your back, your side and your front Because money is a weapon, it'll fuck you up [Verse 2: Prodigy] I remember way before G-Unit, Aftermath, Shady The hatred was brewing, because of my crazy Jewelry and cars, nigga try and play me Make me pop the hood, and pop go his Yankee But lately, ever since all this new cash It's a new level of hate, give me new reasons to grab Triggers on these niggas Jealous because I got the same car that you saw At the magazine store Look like you got the jewels from the back of The Source This shit from the district, nigga I floss Avianne watch and David bling Got me fucking up heads, because my diamonds is pink Little honey wants to spread her legs and get fucked By a rich gangsta rapper, that's what's up But you gotta stay on point, because bitches like her Just reel a nigga in, and set a nigga up [Hook] Money makes hearts turn cold, friends turn foes When jewelry get froze, women turn hoes Some people turn snitch, and state evidence Damn this money is a son of a bitch Don't you know it makes the good die young Money buy guns, because paranoia comes Along with those bucks You better watch your back, your side and your front Because money is a weapon, it'll fuck you up