[Intro]
You know, I've clipped a lot of guys in my life
Close friends, guys I didn't know
I didn't always agree that the guy should be clipped
But I never questioned the orders and I never went off half-cocked
I gotta get back in the streets
That's where all the money is these days

[Verse 1: Kool G Rap]
From a kid alone, I turned into this grown image
From the Popeye cartoons to that grown spinach
A young man prone to business, he his own chemist
Three quarter mink stone pendants, a stone menace
Sleeping with rеdbone twins, TEC with a chrome finish
Parked in a Bеnz dark-tinted, he gettin' domed in it
Massive rocks turn city blocks to Stonehenges
Stoned dependence, they visiting methadone clinics
Every breadwinner every kid in my zone mimic
Keys to the city, chase every dollar that roam in it
Life too short, numbers up, God don't loan minutes
Some will see R.I.P soon as this poem ended

[Chorus: Kool G Rap]
Ay, you shut up! (I'm moving diesel on 'em)
You just listen (I'm moving diesel on 'em)
I gotta get back in the streets (I'm moving diesel on 'em)
That's where all the money is these days
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