Where`s Our Money? lyrics

Artist  : Guru 
Song : Where`s Our Money?



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 [Guru talking]
Yeah, heh-heh, it's time y'all..
It's yours truly in the house, you know me
Baldhead Slick, that's right
That nigga who been puttin it down for years
Spittin fire
That's right, holdin it down in the streets
f**k the industry bullshit
Switchin up from sweatsuits and kicks, to gators
and slacks
Spittin nothin but pure facts,
Plus I got my clip with me this time
and we aimin at your head punk
Ill Kid Records, New Milliennium duckets
Snatchin the cheese from right under you rats
noses

{*samples*}
(Ladies and gentlemen!)
'You know and I know, I might drop a verse'
'When the mic's within my reach, I don't mean to
preach'
'When the mic's within my reach...'
(Ladies and gentlemen!)
'When the mic's within my reach'  'I'm nice like
that'

[Guru]
Don't base my whole life on loot, but money sure
helps
I keep it tight like army boots, to ensure wealth
I meet suckers everyday that rhyme, they say they
rhyme
Most of them, corny as hell, won't get paid a
dime
Alotta these punks, they all sound the same
They all sound lame, fakin like they down with
the game
Against me they'll fail, I'm like the black
Frankie Hale
I leave 'em slumped, and they body dumped over
the rail
Show me respect, then cut me a fat check
You little niggaz are like virgins, you haven't
had as* yet
Wet behind the ears while I been spittin darts
for years
Don't make me embarass you in front of your
so-called peers
Them fools gassed you in the first place,
dirtface
Cocksucker thought you had wins got suck in the
worst place
And that's when I, attack your fears
Cuz I'm a real racketeer, get my money and bring
it back here

[Chorus]
It's me little homey, Gangsta B
Head Slick poppin off and it's thanks to me
 
Have the check in the mail to the bank for me
Flagrant chief, cuz that's how my behavior be
It's me gettin stocks and bonds, runnin with lots
of dons
Don't buy the chain if you can't cop the charm
Me and my peeps carry lots of arms
Where's our money? Where's our money?

{*samples*}
(Ladies and gentlemen!)
'You know and I know, I might drop a verse'
'When the mic's within my reach, I don't mean to
preach'
'When the mic's within my reach...'
(Ladies and gentlemen!)
'When the mic's within my reach'  'I'm nice like
that'

[Guru]
For the dough, I'll lay you out with no remorse
You'll get tossed, legs and limbs lost, just for
tryna floss
I don't give a f**k if you think you're the man
You think I give a damn? You better think of a
plan
I come through, like gangbusters to bang and
crush ya
Cuz the fake cats that you hang with are suckas
One phone call, death to you all
Picture me scuffin up my new kicks or shoes in a
brawl
Any problem with the law, I'll beat the case for
real
Beat you in the face with steel, leave you so you
can't taste or feel
For the cash, I'll take you out and your whole
staff
Have you lookin funny as hell, but I won't laugh
It's gettin overcrowded in this rap game, so I
slap lames
Who kick phony lip, with their wack names
I'm so and so, I'm this and that
You get dissed and smacked, while I counterfeit
your stacks

[Chorus]

{*samples*}
(Ladies and gentlemen!)
'You know and I know, I might drop a verse'
'When the mic's within my reach, I don't mean to
preach'
'When the mic's within my reach...'
(Ladies and gentlemen!)
'When the mic's within my reach'  'I'm nice like
that...'