Illmatic
Make Money
1) the mr. logical miracle now you heard tha`
called just the lyrical physical mad murder
i got the ill phat rhymes like venom
so bust my style read if you don`t understand them
i got the phattest beatz in your whole city
make my rhymes shitty cause my style ain`t pretty
i make noise with my boyz cause it`s real
pack up tha steel with the mass appeal
kill i put the boom in my room with my terror
the illa is clever comes like the devil out the
mirror
a clearer instrumental you can`t beat it
if you can`t read you can`t eat it lead it
2) about the sweetest rhyme that you ever say
hey hey hey hoh hey
do with my crew hit the stage to blow affection
i don`t know what to do hit the rulaz in my action
illmatics back on the track you know i`m strokin`
flowin over attac ksmokin you and what you talkin`
broken open it`s the illmatic mr.
hit you with my fist ah knock out hasta la vista
the psychopathic illmatic got`s to have it
one for your mind two for the automatic
down with the s yes and the soundsystem
you try to diss them 3p is mad wisdom
3)i sell my raps with the gaps and snaps to make a
dollar
one for the cheese smokin` trees and make mc`s
holler
cause i`m that bigger that pullin` that trigger up on
the microphone
another joints blow`n soldier will be comin` home
end of the zone illmatic`s free a new release
can`t get with these rest in peace forget the
memories
pop pop with the glock nonstop i drop the shot the
iron lounge
you better come listen son the pistol is my tongue
just like a gun i spread out from the crowd
dimension
i pay attention but no one`s got the right direction
i face the action with lmp yo that`s my crew
i got the clou cause no one`s hurt the way i do
chorus: hah make make money money ( 8 times )
stop smiling fool ain`t nothin`funny
Make Money
1) the mr. logical miracle now you heard tha`
called just the lyrical physical mad murder
i got the ill phat rhymes like venom
so bust my style read if you don`t understand them
i got the phattest beatz in your whole city
make my rhymes shitty cause my style ain`t pretty
i make noise with my boyz cause it`s real
pack up tha steel with the mass appeal
kill i put the boom in my room with my terror
the illa is clever comes like the devil out the
mirror
a clearer instrumental you can`t beat it
if you can`t read you can`t eat it lead it
2) about the sweetest rhyme that you ever say
hey hey hey hoh hey
do with my crew hit the stage to blow affection
i don`t know what to do hit the rulaz in my action
illmatics back on the track you know i`m strokin`
flowin over attac ksmokin you and what you talkin`
broken open it`s the illmatic mr.
hit you with my fist ah knock out hasta la vista
the psychopathic illmatic got`s to have it
one for your mind two for the automatic
down with the s yes and the soundsystem
you try to diss them 3p is mad wisdom
3)i sell my raps with the gaps and snaps to make a
dollar
one for the cheese smokin` trees and make mc`s
holler
cause i`m that bigger that pullin` that trigger up on
the microphone
another joints blow`n soldier will be comin` home
end of the zone illmatic`s free a new release
can`t get with these rest in peace forget the
memories
pop pop with the glock nonstop i drop the shot the
iron lounge
you better come listen son the pistol is my tongue
just like a gun i spread out from the crowd
dimension
i pay attention but no one`s got the right direction
i face the action with lmp yo that`s my crew
i got the clou cause no one`s hurt the way i do
chorus: hah make make money money ( 8 times )
stop smiling fool ain`t nothin`funny