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The Money (Version 2) [Infamous Sessions Mix] Mobb Deep
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[Intro]
Ready?
Yeah, you got a good level on it?
Aight
[Chorus: Prodigy & Havoc]
New York, New York, get bent, keep wilding
Stop smilin', but still don't nothin' move but the money
Leavin' permanent scars like getting splashed on the Island
Stop smilin', but still don't nothin' move but the money
Give me yours or get your manhood tooken
Stop smilin', but still don't nothin' move but the money
Put you on your back, send you on your way, yo, good lookin'
Yo, what you wanna do with that MAC double-numbered?
[Verse 1: Havoc]
Hit you up, take that cash, just like you wondered
Takin' yours to survive, it's only matter of time
I'm snatchin, livin' grimy, run and never look back
The root of evil got me actin' like that
Life ain't a game, the streets is mortal combat
I wasn't blessed with the silver spoon
Since my born, I was doomed, confined to one room
Now you's a customer
Coppin' from natural-born hustlers
That's what he thought, son
Stupid kid, you get extorted
Ready?
Yeah, you got a good level on it?
Aight
[Chorus: Prodigy & Havoc]
New York, New York, get bent, keep wilding
Stop smilin', but still don't nothin' move but the money
Leavin' permanent scars like getting splashed on the Island
Stop smilin', but still don't nothin' move but the money
Give me yours or get your manhood tooken
Stop smilin', but still don't nothin' move but the money
Put you on your back, send you on your way, yo, good lookin'
Yo, what you wanna do with that MAC double-numbered?
[Verse 1: Havoc]
Hit you up, take that cash, just like you wondered
Takin' yours to survive, it's only matter of time
I'm snatchin, livin' grimy, run and never look back
The root of evil got me actin' like that
Life ain't a game, the streets is mortal combat
I wasn't blessed with the silver spoon
Since my born, I was doomed, confined to one room
Now you's a customer
Coppin' from natural-born hustlers
That's what he thought, son
Stupid kid, you get extorted
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