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Ice Cube War & Peace Vol. 1: The War Disc Greed Thanks to dj.flash@pobox.com for these lyrics. Now, if the greenbacks don't stack large on my side of the yard I ain't fuckin with it This cake has got to be all icing baby Now I know I'm taking the biggest piece but god damn I'm the biggest fish with the biggest mouth bitch You wanna be rich right? (Hell yeah) Well stick with me, do as I does, and be as I be We be stackin chips, packin clips, mackin chicks Laugh at tits, slappin dick, in yo' bitch (bitch!) Makin hoes, take these clothes, from these sto's Walkin slow, there go the po', now here we go Parking lot to the spot, Marriott Cause what I got to make a knot, is very hot Who's at the do', go and check, I got the Tec Tell him that you soakin wet, until he jet Now lift up your fuckin dress, where's the rest Bitch can hide a treasure chest, in her breasts Uh-huh strip search, whip skirts Uh-huh shit hurts, but it works bitch You can jerk niggaz but you can't jerk me Hoe I only tell you once that this dick ain't free I'm talkin greed *Chorus* Greed, give me everything that I need How you gon' deal with the niggaz that I feed (repeat 2X) We smokin weed, you and me Lookin for that currency (repeat 2X) Now bitch niggaz don't mean shit, from where I sit Magnificent blow your back out, if you act out Eighteen deep when the plane soar The bitch threw her tits, asked my click who we play fo' Penetrate the clouds, loud, and obnoxious Surround the airport with feds and helicopters Escorted, detained and deported Scared of the ly-rics, and when they bitches hear us We the clear-est, you can fear us Smile on the day of your dissapear-ance, smoke in mirr-ors Break em all, pull over and jump out Cause I can take em all, all bustas shake em all I'm at the mall, buyin shit, like hot dog on a stick These bitches all on the dick Ice Cube ain't a lick (nope) make me bleed And now you got to deal with the niggaz that I feed, greed Uhh uhh uhh *pigs squeal* (Give me more, give me more) Greed, Greed When you get your hands on it, wanna fawn it Wanna dance on it, everybody want it (repeat 2X) You punks is petty, still we steady, countin fetti I'm the one closin escrow, with the best flow (Do you wear a vest?) No Niggaz hit me I'ma turn into The Crow *caw caw* and take a shit on everything counterfeit, the Don Mega Blade Runner, in a beige Hummer all summer It'd take about twelve honkeys, to convict the nigga makin you sick, ask the 12 Monkeys Up in Detroit holdin weed court, all through the South Picked up a ounce in Shreveport My lead give head tunnels (boom!) to any motherfucker disgruntled exit wound, look like a funnel Worldwide, international jet set My niggaz love fuckin bitches that they just met Get it wet, and you can do anything When I'm in Paris niggaz french-kiss the pinky ring *Chorus* Yeah, Ice Cube, trillionaire I own a mansion and a yacht, haha We do it like it should be does Yeah, Westside niggaz is very greedy, uhh Death Row is very greedy Sic-Wid-It records is very greedy Dangerous Music greedy greedy greedy Ruthless Records greedy, Suave House, greedy So So Def, greedy Rap-A-Lot greedy as fuck No Limit, hah, hella greedy, uhh Def Jam greedy, we all know Priority greedy as a motherfucker, hahaha Hey got twenties on my BM, you still fuckin with a GM What can you tell me, nigga? *pigs squeal* |
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