Songtexte:
One Man Army Money In The Bank

To Me I Don't Care For The Finer Things And I Sure As Fuck Don't Need Them The Smug Upper Class Looking To Write Off One More Tax They're Going

'll never relate to me I don't care for the finer things and I sure don't need them the smug upper class looking to write off one more tax they're going

strictly thugs used to run it When one wheel wheely was the move Long before Bogle start dance and still deh pon paper money Police ah lock up man fi

: (feat. Joell Ortiz & Game) [Intro: Ghostface] Aiyyo, where the fuck is that blunt at? Where y'all niggaz hoggin the shit man? Two pulls of that shit

beats that you hear are comin real tight Somethin to roll to somethin to stroll to If you's a playa in the game this will hold you Mo money mo money for the bank

microphone is like Blow 'caine, one, pull the trees, you love us, yo So killers be cool, pimps, read rules When a grown man is rapping, it's Ill Street

the rest was history nigga Platinum plaques man We been rollin ever since man, we been bank rollin ever since man You feel me? That Lean Back was number one

the Taliban load attire man Betta keep ya set up million dolla man soon to be we next up Get wet up, I been fresh since a little one bitch I school

Hey 'Pac, it's yo' boy Hey man, so far I've been listenin' to your album And I ain't heard nuttin' you could kick back And smoke a beadie to, you know