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(feat. Fatman Scoop, Lord Tariq & Peter Gunz) [Intro: Fatman Scoop] Yeah yeah yeah yeah what's up my niggaz This is Fatman Scoop Holdin' this down right here for my man O.C Harlem World and Brooklyn this town few O.C. is "makin' money" Peter Gunz is "makin' money" Lord Tariq is "makin' money" Fatman Scoop is "makin' money" [Verse 1: O.C.] I was on a ball court where niggaz sold crills In park jams at night with guns made plus spill Let me set the scene Bushwick cold, caught after dark Where .22 hand guns were bucked, now Thrust this back in, with rock shocks is emquiddish Never tan, wannabe Clarks stay with the shitted Cadi Coupdeville '79 heroin game was strong Heavy hitters with gold chains on Nowadays I always make niggaz into vultures (Blow) Another young nigga stiff like a sculpture Pen in the holster, no more o' that, niggaz I twist back You it for what you said in the rap Yo it's a shame, with all the bad shit tainted enough Lust, murder, deceat, hate life is dangerous [Chorus: Fatman Scoop] Yeah, yeah NYC is "makin' money" And the boys in LA is "makin' money" All the cats in DC is "makin' money" My crew in Norfolk is "makin' money" My team in Atlanta is "makin' money" All the cats in Detroit is "makin' money" All my boys in NC is "makin' money" My home-team in Miami is "makin' money" [Verse 2: Lord Tariq] Twelve thousand a day now that's less Fuck these fakes I'm the Lord You might've seen me on the ad "lunch and whip old george" Contemplatin' spots some veteran Bronx blocks Even doin' hand to hand tryin' to triple my grand, and The money came quick, rumor has it that a fiend Just died of my shit, they all bought the hit Eighty bottles a day kept the momses away But now we monsters, on city island We crackin lobsters with a good time investor Talkin in codes we sippin mexican siëstas learnin the roads And he expect, me was the best from the stories I told And how my block generated more money than gold Time related, but innovated, bound to grow old And how the New York blocks made, my warm heart cold Ain't no time to foe the nigga said he got bricks Goin once goin twice, nigga sold [Chorus: Fatman Scoop] All my shout out cats is "makin' money" My peoples from the Bay is "makin' money" All my cats in DA is "makin' money" And my team from Houston is "makin' money" What the deal yeah [Verse 3: Peter Gunz] You cowards like to boast but I ain't seen no pause of the mu-lah You talkin that tough shit, you new niggaz is cool-ah My man got about two hundred mill in the trunk And a third of that will be in my bank in about a month I'm the part of the Bronx with provejects cheques in a I'm in the back enhance sippin Baileys gettin ben-ah I fiend in negativity you playin them games Stop beatin around the bush nigga say my name I, Peter Gunz, slash the Bronx top ten I gun a bitch off and slice his dick up in her friend I reach for the nine to blind niggaz if they hit it You can have twenty mill in the bank and still get it Like; up your back and around your neck (Whoo-haa) That's all I hear when I'm wavin my tec Motherfucker bullshittin I'm hittin the bangin switches And I got a gang of ritches for all you stinkin bitches [Chorus: Fatman Scoop] All my cats out of Queens is "makin' money" My team from Harlem World is "makin' money" Yeah my Boogie Down Bronx is "makin' money" All my peoples from Brooklyn is "makin' money" [Verse 4: O.C.] I be that slick kid, with gold teeth Shinin of ya forehead, beef? I don't think you want it, chief I'm O.C. swing fly, dialog like Tarzan Swamming like Shazamm on this year jam Kinda mint like Zush, I'm a Prince like Shaka Zulu With the hair on my Bronx, beatin me fruits Me, blessin this joint is like God And writin a New Testament Didn't see me writin it is the evidence I, I exhault til rappers forfeit Mouth like I battle words, bust like a four-fifth Brings you a tenner when I send a slug to ya midriff Hands up for you poppin that shit Now if I miss six shots you gotta deal with Gunz And if he miss, Lord Tariq will cold give you the runs But I doubt we all miss it's like game for us Three New York niggaz that's Dangerous, what [Outro: Fatman Scoop] Yeah without a doubt O.C. Worldwide Megalive London, Amsterdam, Denmark, Japan O.C. in the Lexus land yeah you don't stop Peter Gunz in the house you don't stop Lord Tariq in the house you don't stop O.C. in the house you don't stop

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