Time Is Money (main Mix) lyrics
featuring Cardan (Harlem World) Mase
Intro: Cardan Yeah Yeah Check It
out I'm Cardan right niggaz think 16 is young Sum niggaz think 16 is
sleet
Verse 1: Cardan Now how you gon come against an army with a
handgun I'm Cardan you wouldn't understand son I be on of them niggaz
shoot a three get a and 1 Blacked out 006 next to Cam'ron See ya if I see
ya If I don't Bye Bye, Meet me at the bolge were they cross smokin' la
la Supreme Dada, neva to good to eat at Popeye's Punishing you, servin'
you notes above the cockeyes I walk the city alone, Not Biggie or
Bone They miss me at home, half a million sittin' on crome Could of
schooled me, on how to listen and learn So when I get my shit, It's
earned like I'm Dennis the worm You gotta live it and learn, Till your
bridges get burned I'm not stoppin' till I drop, I am just speakin' in a
swerve So if you wanna act now, I'll make you get up and I'll sit you
back down Yo Clue, hit the switches in the background move him up, he
made me do this Don't kill him, bruise him up Make him switch sides like
Roscoe, That's how we use him up Take a little ride wit 'em, glide
wit'em Switch glocks on him, spit on your hand Hypest tears neva cry wit
'em His girl, she's blind wit 'em Used to pack his nine wit 'em Sold
eights to cakes, the key wit the dimes in 'em That's buggin' our life, But I
can see ya'll niggaz faces now Coverin' ya'll mouths, Ayo you had to hear
Cardan and Nore thuggin' it out I think sum niggaz on the run eatin',
sluggin' it out I'm bout to flow on, put on ya'll seat belts nigga hold
on, ain't nuthin' funny, since part two of show me the money, My age I
can't mention wit' the shit that I'm spittin' Rippin' niggaz into
??fissures?? like I'm hotta than kitchens You gotta flow, come on
nigga rhyme wit us, come on get some shine wit us my niggaz eat, still
pack heat and still grind wit us
Hook: Mase Time Is Money Never
knew there'd be days like this Never knew days like this Tired of
Ballin' Gettin' hard to live wit niggaz on my dick Niggaz always on my
dick (2x)
Verse 2: Mase Brace the stage, so right now you dealin' wit
a great ain't enough bullets in your gun to scare me straight When beef
escalate You the next to scate I'll be around, Till you hit the ground
??left of the Jakes?? The Christians come through, they bless you
awake you test your fate, I'll hit your chest wit an eight my thing come
down, damn, you get an extra eight Ain't a big man too big to rest in a
lake I do this for cats who's name i can't mention Dropped down hoes, and
about 72 wenchin' got in beef, and got paid at the entrance Turned at the
boy, He had to do their sentence Critics complain, I dress to fly, but I bet
you I will never testify When I size a nigga up, I measure the Guy So
if his man front, he be he next to die I can see it in your eye, all you
wanna do is ??maneuve?? So I think it's time that I pick up and move Got
a house in new Jeru, Where I always be goin' I got keys that I leave for my
niggaz, when I'm Buttlers that bring me buffets at the Don Six mexicans
get paid to mow my lawn I feel cats, be able to flow in the oasis Louis
the 13th, no more nigga, taste this The life I live I can't escape
it face it, iced up roly to me, just a basic Take my shit to Tito, just
to get a facelift Buy extra cases, musta misplaced it, I don't think I'm too
good to do what you should do You just anutha nigaa don't wanna see me
famous See I, left hood life for the good life, Call up Tito Cause he gon
give he a good price yo Mami Friends, say I'm Dabien, So if a nigga think I'm
sweet, Tell 'em Try me Then, Why you worried bout how I be in my
BM, ain't ya lucnhbreak over, go back to IBM Whatcha want huh? Cardan.
Mase Murder. Harlem World. Desert Storm. Penelty. Clue. Whut
Whut.
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