Bushwick Bill Copper To Cash Lyrics

Copper To Cash Lyrics

[ VERSE 1 ]



Money, money, money, muthafuckin green



Reach inside my pocket, I don't feel it, and I wanna scream



Nigga, give it up, cause I want every penny in your pocket



And your ass is goin down if you tell me you ain't got it



I gotta make a profit in that Nickel Ward



Cause I ain't with bein broke and times are gettin hard



I pull the gat and hit the boulevard huntin for a victim



Catch him slippin, pop the clip in, and then I get him



When in mama's womb I was doomed, destined for poverty



And no nigga in the ghetto about to win a lottery



So what does it bother me to knock a nigga off?



I'm educated, in a robbery, bitch, I'm the boss



Mr. Lawman is quick to call this action a crime



Because they can't tax robbery, they don't get a dime



Everything'd be fine if I was working 9 to 5



But I can't get that kinda job, I ain't 5 ft. high



Since they don't realize that my size ain't shit



I'm gonna gaffle em and baffle em until my bank gets



To the maximum, I get the gat then i'm after them fast



Goin for bad, goin from copper to cash







	Some people will try to jack you



	Some people will even kill you



	So give it to em, y'all







[ VERSE 2 ]



When I started writin lyrics it was like a religion to me



Cause when I seen the mic, you're fuckin right, I was kickin it, gee



Knew that it was somethin that was gonna last a lifetime



When I pushed my homework aside so I could write rhymes



I sat in class hypnotized, my mind in a daze



Pretendin Bushwick Bill rippin up a stage



But back in the days Little Bill was soft as jello



And hard work pays, now I'm the hardest muthafucka in the ghetto



I assured I got the rhymes that was popular at times



But I hadn't got my name on the dotted line



I couldn't pay the dime, mama worked parttime



It made me so mad, I sat down and wrote hard rhymes



I ??? cause I couldn't pay the fee



Then my boy gave me a ki, in a week I made a g



Pretty soon I was laughin in a mansion makin profits



Puttin half in the bank, keepin half in my pockets



Cops were hopin, cops were hopin they could get me net



They be promoted to a captain for the big arrest



I wasn't slippin, I was givin the blues the blues



Cause I refused to lose, I grabbed the booze and cruised



Up the avenue, laughin at the people in school



Cause they broke as a muthafucka talkin bout a golden rule



You're sayin I'm a fool for droppin out



I'm makin millions, well daddy, what you're talkin bout?



I remember scrapin up pennies for the 4-double oz's



Now my refigerator's full of Olde E



I used to only rap on the schoolyard



Now I'm in the studio droppin lyrics too hard



I took the road to the riches in a dash



Left my competators at last, they run from copper to cash







	Some people will try to jack you



	Some people will even kill you



	So give it to em, y'all







[ VERSE 3 ]



A lotta people didn't think that it could happen



They all started laughin when I told em I'd be rappin



But now I'm cashin in big checks from the Rap-A-Lot



Bill's gettin paid, now it's my turn to laugh a lot



I live the life that a lotta niggas dream of



I sit back and smoke cess in a steam tub



I got bitches and bitches and bitches and bitches



And more bitches on my dick, they like the size of my pockets



But I ain't cuttin for a stinky piece of pearl tongue



She makes a move for my wallet, and the girl's hung



Cause when you're broke, you're a joke, but when you get cash



Them muthafuckin stink hoes want half



So all of you funky-ass hoes can kiss



My Geto-Boy-midget-mind-of-a-lunatic-



Fuck-a-war-can't-be-stopped-size-ain't-shit-



Other-level-rap-a-lot-copper-to-cash-dick



But if you just wanna fuck me



Yeah aight, aight, you can suck a nigga's Chuckie







	Some people will try to jack you



	Some people will even kill you



	So give it to em, y'all