Down in the financial zone, The steam comes from beneath the pavement, High on stress or high on speed, Nobody wants to know, Broken vending machine
one We'll play to eleven, I'll spot ya five points And I'll still serve that ass This J-Zone talkin to you boy, come on [Verse 1: J-Zone] Now that every
my vision Sometimes I really wonder if I made the right decision The future of my seed in the hands of my homies One's in and out, the other's duckin
money bitch Better have my money bitch You know why [Verse 2: J.R. Writer] Uh, I'm bad, bad to the bone Back to the lab, back in the zone Back of the
J] And I'm coming home, chicken chicken bones Sugar prom bushes, and ice cream cones All these fake people sayin hi to one another Then they sit around and talk shit about each other
: "Good people sometimes think bad things Good people dream bad things, don't you Good people even do bad things Once in a while, we do" [Violent J
rest of you Sit back, put on your PJ's and nighties While you hear the story entitled Out Ahahahaha! What the fuck is up? I'm in the haugh And Violent J
to the party life? (whatever your vice is, you know? Whatever YOU like to do... get into yo' comfort zone, baby... Get into yo' comfort zone... uh huh
get money like ain't shit funny And quick to tell a bitch she ain't getting shit from me Holla back, Wooo Wooo, Wooo Wooo Wooo Wooo, Wooo Wooo [J.R.
for high stakes at gun point Catch'em and break undress'em tie'em With tape no escape The Corleone Fettucini Capone Roam in your own zone Get kidnapped
play for high stakes at gun point Catch'em and break undress'em tie'em With tape no escape The Corleone Fettucini Capone Roam in your own zone Get
: [Intro: Missy Elliott (Method Man)] Yeah! This-this-this-this This is an exclusive (let's go) Mr. Meth, you're so Def, you put them other M.C.'s out
birds In Cali fuckin' video hoes and center folds But still retire rappers like Arsenio Shows nigga [Chorus: Rydah J. Klyde] Fly gangsta how you get so fly? Them other
livin plush in the cut An every time I wanna dig you out You tell me "don't rush" Money stashin, you got me sneakin An we all alone in the zone, I be
a snow cone Writin' in my iPhone Went from sellin' crack To sellin' ringtones Straight out the projects To million dollar homes Inside the Carter Cookin' 36 zones
bring it right here Can't clown me Don't come 'round me Bow down, I was crowned when they found me (K.C.) [J.L.] Check it, I'm ahead of 'em, chop it up
(man) Hey, nigga, gimme some of them water and chip's, shit (other man) lock 'em up, nigga, lock 'em, bullshit (man) hey, look, nigga get out there, nigga
a.k.a. [BT/Tariq Trotter] Well um, Black Thought from The Roots y'all [?uestion/Ahmir Thompson] Mr. Simmons, a.k.a. [AJ/Joseph Simmons] A.J. Shine, The
