Tekster: Ice T. 7th Deadly Sin. Get Your Moneyman.

Thanks to dalyricalmaster@tupac.com for these lyrics. (Erick Sermon) Yo whassup, this the E-Double, Green-Eyed-Bandit youknowhatI'msayin'? EPMD, Seven Deadly Sins Get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get your moneyman (yeah) Get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get your moneyman (Ice-T baby) Get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get your moneyman (Chorus: Ice-T) Rock your hammers back cussers that's the way that we ball Rims so fat, looks will digitise it all Get your moneyman lock your blocks, cock your glocks Really doe - bust until your barrels glow (*gunshot*) (Ice-T) Nigga tryin', then got tied up buttnaked Squeezin' off until I fuckin' sprain my wrist Fuckin' with the master of this, jacker of this Grit my teeth, bring it like the Persian Gulf Slap the clip into Armageddon and start wettin' Airstrike you, burn you with the mic to might you Thinkin' about takin' me out - huh you're funny More guns and more money, think about it You're dead I'm livin You're fuckin' with the unforgiven - nigga what? Nigga from the Central and I'm gonna stay rich West Side's up - L.A., nigga bounce all day Look in my eyes, what you see ain't no bitch or pimp Nightmares of bein' broke keep me flowin' like this Weak niggas - you're sure to get lost in the bliss Resumes held by the D.A.'s, the ballers This is for the niggas, quick to slaughter Rock your hammers back cussers that's the way that we ball (Chorus: Ice-T) Rims so fat, looks will digitise it all Really doe - bust until your barrels glow (*gunshot*) Get your moneyman lock your blocks, cock your glocks Rims so fat, looks will digitise it all Rock your hammers back cussers that's the way that we ball Get your moneyman lock your blocks, cock your glocks Really doe - bust until your barrels glow (*gunshot*) (Ice-T) To all my niggas on the East and West that rock vests Get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get your moneyman Get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get your moneyman To all the killers that's real, quick to flex the steel To my hard-hustlin' girls all around the world for ice Get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get your moneyman It's ninety-eight, it's never too late playa Get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get your moneyman Many casualties caught in the cross-fire mix (Ice-T) while whole crews flash they fo-fo's in the flicks Magazine after magazine gets stomped in the street Late night, auto, maga-static Hit the next turn, hang 'em out and cause havoc Your cash, your block, I gotta have it My traps well lured, I go hardboard Nigga normally toss it up and live lavish It gets loud, known for bustin' off in crowds Round two, rounds flew (*shots*) in the parkin' lot Word 'em up, hurt 'em up, move out, blow the spot Niggas rallied up to see who got shot Wait down G, my whole crew surrounds me L.A. - niggas know my flow We outty, niggas known to sit the stompede and get rowdy They see me on the shore, when I'm rippin' my rows (Chorus: Ice-T) Rock your hammers back cussers that's the way that we ball Rims so fat, looks will digitise it all Get your moneyman lock your blocks, cock your glocks Really doe - bust until your barrels glow (*gunshot*) Rock your hammers back cussers that's the way that we ball Get your moneyman lock your blocks, cock your glocks Rims so fat, looks will digitise it all Really doe - bust off until your barrels glow (*gunshot*) (Ice-T) To all my niggas on the East and West that rock vests Get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get your moneyman To all the killers that's real, quick to flex the steel Get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get your moneyman To my hard-hustlin' girls all around the world for ice Get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get your moneyman It's ninety-eight, it's never too late players Get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get your moneyman Get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get your moneyman Get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get your moneyman Get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get your moneyman...