Money Scheme lyrics

Artist  : E-40 
Song : Money Scheme



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[Jayo] W-wh-wha, what, wha-what what?
[E-40] BEOTCH!
 Mobster, turn that sh*t up!
[Jayo] Yeah, uh-huh uh-huh UH
[E-40] Sinister shit
[Jayo] Uh-huh uh-huh WHAT?
[E-40] Jayo, Jayo smell me on this one
[E-40]
Jayo (Jayo)
I hope I don`t ever have to go back to slangin
llello (llello) but if I do that`s what I do
(that`s what I do)
*repeat 2X*
Verse One: E-40
Grindin out of my Aunties, backyard that`s the
chronic
I been havin more candy than a pinata, more cake
than Betty Crocker
Get on the horn and hit me on my locker, cause
I`m fake ID havin
strikin and drivin on a suspended expired license
comes in buy it
from the nigga with the best quality and the
lowest prices
Spendin that capital that the big homey advanced
me
in front of me with the next nigga
I love money plus I`m labelled rough rider
Known for bringin bit*h as* niggaz out of hidin
[Jayo Felony]
Charlie Hustle, I hope I won`t have to go back
to sellin sherm sticks, but if I do that`s what I
do
Charlie Hustle, I hope I won`t have to go back
to sellin loop loop, but if I do that`s what I do
Verse Two: Jayo Felony
I stabs a nigga, and Kool-Aid came out
cause his heart pumps Kool-Aid, so I mixed it
with my Thunderchicken
Barely livin, and smokin headache with a
deuce-deuce
Now I gotta put my snub nosed back to use
I`m dangerous it gets crucial, cause I loves
conflict
f**k a headache I`m jackin niggaz for pounds of
bomb shit
And now my fingers is sticky like Sticky Fingaz
from the greenery
You gon` retaliate, nigga what that mean to me? 
Bit*h!
When you shoot crooked it`s Cartwright, on site
I`m takin flight
It`s gon` rain on your head, I`m tearin the roof
off this bit*h tonight
As you fall like Guy, for tryin to swipe my pie
nigga DIE while your bit*h give up the Beaumont
Chorus:
[Jayo] All my niggaz havin fancy dreams! (FANCY
DREAMS!)
 Comin up cause we all on a money scheme! (A
money scheme!)
 *repeat 2X*
[Jayo] All my bit*hes havin fancy dreams! (FANCY
DREAMS!)
 Comin up cause we all on a money scheme! (A
money scheme!)
 *repeat 2X*
Verse Three: E-40
KRRRRACK the freight, nigga F**K the hype
BEOTCH!  You gotta pay me just to BREATHE on the
mic
High, higher than a dust cloud
Hella disrespectful, all up in the party talkin
loud!
Systemized, a triple striker, when I was born
my mom and daddy shoulda named me Isiah cause I`m
a Rider
Sole survivor, Hillsider, 1400 block Magazine
Street
Narcotic ? bomb preparer heroin provider
I`m vicious, mean mugged and mad doggin niggaz
like the
like the Grinch Who Stole Christmas
I like to, like to, finger f**k bit*hes up in
clubs
Take her home and get rug burns on my nuts!
Stuck!  Gordon`s Gin and Donald Duck
NUT!  All on her spine and on her butt
F**K!  Major clientele (major clientele)
Then I pass it to my nigga Mista Jayo
Verse Four: Jayo Felony
? up the glass is shatterin, bit*h it ain`t
matterin
They scatterin, see me and forty start splatterin
The cowards are heartless, so you burn like
flames
Niggaz that got snake eyes get broke up like dice
games
f**k a bit*h, why?  Cause skeezers don`t please
us
So I just go around sippin fine wine like Jesus
And everytime I bust a spit it`s a hip-hop quote
Drinkin Moesha Brandy, head spinnin like hundred
spokes
Chorus
Verse Five: Jayo Felony
Still drinkin Krypton
brothers is Snapple then I snap like a snapping
turtle
Nigga, shittin on the world keeps my land fertile
I grow my own shit, fruits, vegetables and
tobacco
It`s third down and forty nigga
You know you gon` get tackled
Get your land while you can old man
Niggaz so dope they named me twice like Duran
Duran
Killa nigga put honey on em, and feed em to my
hogs
See I leave no evidence for the police dogs
Now off the low stroll we go so let`s flow
Lil` bit*h, we the sh*t because the people said
so
You can`t tell a lettuce from a cabbage silly
rabbits
get these chips even if it means lettin these
motherf**kers have it!
Verse Six: E-40
Nigga got out of line, I had to ice him
Reached into my drawers, and pulled out my strap
Motherf**ker got out of place, I had to chop him
Reached into my d-da-da-das and pulled out my
strap, check it out
Nickle plated chrome planet Clint Eastwood
special
designed strictly for staplin and toe taggin
Po-Po wrote me up a citation cause I was saggin
and draggin
my b-ah-bit*h, by her w-uh-weave
I had to, I had to make the bit*h bleed!  Last
New Year`s Eve
she tried to hit me with a fryin pan, my attitude
wasn`t carin
Backslapped that hoe in front of her parents
More ki`s than a janitor
It gets mannisher and mannisher and mannisher
Smokin on a roach, loitering in a McDonald`s
parkin lot
throwin up gang signs
to ? as if he was some kind of first base coach
I luh I like my egg poached, hard over easy!!!
In the drive through, hollerin at her breezy!!!
Chorus
*talking to end*