Get My Money On

Ray Luv

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    "Here's a little story I got to tell"(Beastie Boys)

    Straight from the streets and the alleys of Cali, mo'
    Hits and bits from the dephts of the Vallejo
    The highs to mids, here's a kid from the Rosetown
    Nigga Ray Luv is at this with the dope sound
    (Here to tell you a tale about a man and his money)
    Young brother straight broke, ain't a damn thing funny
    Girlies had stripes, Dickey slacks is how the macks stroll
    Gold when he flex, his Rolex when he roll
    Oh, damn how I wanted to live large
    Private jet lease when Ray Luv is in charge
    Hard is how I live my life
    Thank God I never smoked the pipe
    I need money, streets can't last me
    And keep a eye out for brothers tryina blast, G
    And in the past I never planned on seein the pen
    It was a place I knew I never wanted to be in, my friend
    I'ma clock, I knew it down deep in my heart
    Hoes jock, I'ma do it cuz I'm down from the start
    I'm serious 'bout mine, more than just the same ol' song
    Cuz I'm in there, and I'm out to get my money on

    (Check this out)

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    1991 - the year Ray changed up
    1992 - the year Ray Luv came up
    I been around, now I'm headed to the top brand
    Knowledge from Jah (right) ????????
    Anyway, back to my temple of my hustle
    If you ain't got no clout or grip you ain't got no muscle
    I do not be the one, call me Mr. Assed-Out
    Niggas planned to do me so I packed em and mashed out
    Grandma's tryin to keep me out the streets cuz they after me
    But she don't understand where I'm at, see
    You know, I pack a pistol when I aim to out-run 'em
    And if they pull a hoe move I won't hesitate to gun 'em
    God damn, I'm mo' broke than I ever been
    Rock bottom through with me cuz it's a place I've never been
    My ace boon's locked up in a jail do'
    Now my gat's got my back while I get my mail on
    Daily I get calls from the P.D.
    Around the clock jockin, that Santa Rosa police
    Real about my motive, it's the same ol' song
    Cuz I'm in there, and I'm out to get my money on

    Now in '93, black, a mack upon the scene
    They know me in the Bay, now nationwide I'm stackin green
    Cash m-o-n-e-y, just wanted to make it
    Never really had much but always used to fake it
    Hung with the boys slingin d, but no time fo' it
    God had graced a plan for me and now in 1992 I know it
    Police don't respect me: "Why you gots a pager
    Where did you get this money, Mr. Young Black Teenager?"
    Got it from your daughter, she came to my concert
    Makin my record platinum, wearin a Ray Luv t-shirt
    Blame somebody, blame yourself
    Cuz you give her the money and she give it to somebody else
    Me - now it's in my bank account
    So Mr. Five-o, here's somethin to think about
    And to you brothers, you used to talk drag when they see me
    Now you wanna be me on 'MTV
    Raps', the young black mack with the video
    Kick it with the boys from the Rose, but you don't hear me though
    On ?????? I began to strive
    But I learned to be a playa in the 415
    I used to dream of C.C.'s and Impalas
    Now I want a Benz and ends to spend dollars

    Yeah
    Cuz I'm out to get my money on

    Yo, what's up
    This is Ray Luv in the house
    Check this out, baby boy
    This shout out goes out to all the playas in the whole Bay Area
    All the Richmond playas
    All the Oakland playas
    All the Frisco playas
    East Palo Alto playas
    All the Santa Rosa playas
    All the Moreno City playas
    All the Vallejo playas
    All the Sacramento playas
    And all the playas in the whole world
    Yo, check this out, mayn
    We need to come up, mayn
    Stop chillin each other
    All that ol' silly stupid black on black violence junk, mayn
    Y'all better get yo money on, mayn!
    Come up, mayn, come up!

    Yo Khayree, mayn
    (What's up?)
    They better get they money on!
    [Khayree]
    That's right, that's right
    Check this out
    We got Ray Luv in the house
    (What's up nigga)
    DJ Cee's in the house
    (That's right)
    We tryina check a grip like this in '92
    Cuz brothers wanna get they money on
    (Word)
    Now check this out
    Like to send a shout out to Mac-ass Dre
    (Yeah, he gettin his money on)
    C-double o-l-i-o Coolio
    (Ha-ha, he gets his money on)
    Yeah
    And last but not least
    Much love to all the young black brothers
    Tryina come up in 1992 and check a grip
    (Nuff respect!)
    It ain't about jackin, it's about mackin the system
    And gettin what you got comin to you

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    Composición: Raymond Tyson y Khayree Shaheed

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