We Not Playing Money Making Jam Boys

[Verse 1: Black Thought]
Hey yo, kickin' wicked rhymes like a fortune teller
95' I made the world illadel'
Hey yo, kickin' wicked rhymes like a fortune teller
95' I made the world illadel'

Word up, Money Making Jam Boys --Jam Boy Magic, that's what's knockin'
You know what I'm sayin'

Hey yo, kickin' wicked rhymes like a fortune teller
95' I made the world illadelph
Yo, hella jawns up on my top
The Money Making Jam Boys, when it's gon' drop
Girls screaming that's them, his watch look like Big Ben
And when I rocks the mic I get raw
Raw like a nigga that's sick and ticked off
Two-fifteen get the cream, got a thing for hustlin'
Guns get to bussin', cat's ain't sayin' nothin'
Bet you was another Black Inc. production
Roll a huff, and puff and blow the house down
The champion sound is in your town
Get down or get smoked, and this I quote
To me, the game lookin' funny as an inside joke
You could believe I'mma go directly at ya'll throat
Until my names on the walk of fame like Bob Hope
Baby doll, bust a sketch don't forget
We rolled on the set, you all broke your neck
Them girls hissin' at me like Maxell cassettes
You trying to come at the jam, don't hold your breath
Unless, I, take you, to the motel
You, take me, to the hotel
Coming at ya'll like a check in the mail
I'm not an only child, got a brother in jail
It's Philly, P-A, yo, we not for the play, yo
You can't run or hide, we be on your trail
Son, you know my squad got it all for sale
Motherfucker, you know what I'm saying