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Let me hear a stone croak,
I ain't wit being broke
I'm tired of my mother bustin as* for other folks
gettin nowhere fast
while the ho on the corna makin mo money selling ass.
I ain't wit this outfit, I gotta make some moves to by t jones some nice s**t.
???? workin on som////da week
It don't even fkin make ends meet
I worked down on main st.
Dimes in my stomach cause I ain't had nuttin eat.
So how the fk am I supposed to think
when I'm in a funky sweatsuit and still moaning to meet.
My as* is put and I booked non stop
Make the swap and go shop.
I say this and say that and every other note, I ain't wit being broke.
Chorus:
Money, OH Money
I ain't witn being broke
Got ta get my hands on some.
repeat.
Chorus: Bushwick
I was born in a cheap as* hospital
from the fifth ward, stuck right in the middle
of a rock and a hard spot, before my dad got that as* I was already counted out
what a muth* fkin pity
mama couldn't afford milk so we had to suck her t*ts.
every night in the kitchen I'd see, rats and roaches eaten bettan me.
there was no thanksgiving, they say I'm a fool for thanking god for living,
but being broke ain't no muth* fkin joke back in 91 s**t just ain't happenin
foo.
I never had a godd*mned thing christmas came and went, without a choo choo
train, in the geto, gifts get stolen or bought ain't no muth* fkin santa
claus.