Money in the Bank

[Intro: samples]

"Money in the bank yeahhhh"

"Rocked and rolled but then you rolled and rocked"

"Money in the bank yeahhhh"

"Rocked and rolled but then you rolled and rocked"

[Verse 1: Large Professor]

Listen

You get upset when you hear the Large Professor

On your girl's cassette deck expect

Nothin comin soft 'cause I'll never throw weaker blows

I'll kick you in your [ass] and your breath'll smell like sneaker soles

Now how's that for a fixin'?

You'd better rather go to Roy's, cause I ain't kickin' science fiction

I kick a size nine sneaker or boot

Chop chumps to stumps, and they remain minute

The Sheik, I get deep, and always leave with the wet meat

Because of my technique, I'm the one you let speak

I collect crops and props like spinach

I'm vintage, your single sums up to a ten inch

My soul brother Van Paul and Pete Rock

Keep the funk flowin' until the last beat stops

The soul man, can't have you leavin' on a stretcher

Probably, have you leavin in leather, I catch a body

From wreckin' slum rappers, but to be frank

I don't give a [fuck] I got money in the bank

[Chorus: samples]

"Money in the bank, yeahhhh"

"Rocked and rolled, but then you rolled and rocked"

"Money in the bank, yeahhhh"

"Rocked and rolled, but then you rolled and rocked"

"Money in the bank, yeahhhh"

"Rocked and rolled, but then you rolled and rocked"

[Verse 2: Freddie Foxxx]

This is the stage of Triple-X, when you're sittin'

By your radio, screamin', "Freddie Foxxx goes next"

Those beholdin' the words of a master

Find mental disaster, as I kick it faster

Whoever opposes me, and what I feel

Might find their legs bein' replaced by steel

This is a brand new year, and the penalty is death

So there won't be a lot of suckers left

I grab the mic, and I load it like a long four-fifth

Huh, and dare you to riff

Or even sneeze as I blow you to your knees, have you curled up

In a corner like a dog, with hoof in mouth disease

Spittin' razor blades, cuttin' veins you can't stitch

I got you screamin like a [bitch]

I took your microphone, you can't get it back

Because your rap was wack

I'm comin' fifty strong in an armored tank

And takin' money to the bank

[Chorus: samples]

"Money in the bank, yeahhhh"

"Rocked and rolled, but then you rolled and rocked"

"Money in the bank, yeahhhh"

"Rocked and rolled, but then you rolled and rocked"

"Money in the bank, yeahhhh"

"Rocked and rolled, but then you ro– rolled"

[Verse 3: Kool G Rap]

Kool G Rap for your first selection, get up on it

To my opponents, let me just demonstrate for a minute

Crooks gettin' hooked, to my book, just like an addiction

Stop your diction you drop, the science fiction

Let's get specific you can't get with it

I'm too terrific and scientific, forget it

Don't even try to limp it, you're not ready to make hits

You still got a learner's permit

Poppin' that [shit], you better sit

Here's a word, of a third degree burn, so listen and learn

You're missin' a turn, so you better get, concerned

My challenger, check the calendar

I'm as live as a .45 caliber, Colt

With a silencer, wettin' up, suckers I be settin' up

Button up, while I'm cuttin' up, never lettin' up

I don't link up, with suckers with raps that shrank

Thanks sonny, I'm takin' money to the bank

[Chorus: samples]

"Money in the bank, yeahhhh"

"Rocked and rolled, but then you rolled and rocked"

"Money in the bank, yeahhhh"

"Rocked and rolled, but then you rolled and rocked"

"Money in the bank, yeahhhh"

"Rocked and rolled, but then you rolled and rocked"

[Verse 4: Ant Live]

One in the chamber, eight in the clip

Pull out a razor, watch your rhyme book rip

It's Ant Live, liver and deliveries get liver

With G. Rap, and we're the sole survivors

MC's want to try me, but can't escape, my clutch

Too much, caught in the ropes, like double dutch

You want to run up, you better run up light

Cause like a whorehouse shippin' out [pussy] tonight

Believe me I ain't goin' out like a brick parachute

Or a fruit, or a guy that wears Brut

Cologne, I'm violent prone, so leave me alone

I'm about to set fire to the microphone

And leave the mic so hot you need potholders for this

Due to burnt wires it's cordless

(Yo Ant Live make suckers walk off the plank)

Not now, I'm takin' money to the bank

[Outro: samples]

"Money in the bank, yeahhhh"

"Money in the bank, yeahhhh"

"Money in the bank, yeahhhh"

"Money in the bank, yeahhhh"

"Money in the bank, yeahhhh"

"Money in the bank, yeahhhh"