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[Verse 1: Black Thought]

Hey yo, kickin' wicked rhymes like a fortune teller

95' I made the world illadel'

Hey yo, kickin' wicked rhymes like a fortune teller

95' I made the world illadel'

Word up, Money Making Jam Boys --Jam Boy Magic, that's what's knockin'

You know what I'm sayin'

Hey yo, kickin' wicked rhymes like a fortune teller

95' I made the world illadelph

Yo, hella jawns up on my top

The Money Making Jam Boys, when it's gon' drop

Girls screaming that's them, his watch look like Big Ben

And when I rocks the mic I get raw

Raw like a nigga that's sick and ticked off

Two-fifteen get the cream, got a thing for hustlin'

Guns get to bussin', cat's ain't sayin' nothin'

Bet you was another Black Inc. production

Roll a huff, and puff and blow the house down

The champion sound is in your town

Get down or get smoked, and this I quote

To me, the game lookin' funny as an inside joke

You could believe I'mma go directly at ya'll throat

Until my names on the walk of fame like Bob Hope

Baby doll, bust a sketch don't forget

We rolled on the set, you all broke your neck

Them girls hissin' at me like Maxell cassettes

You trying to come at the jam, don't hold your breath

Unless, I, take you, to the motel

You, take me, to the hotel

Coming at ya'll like a check in the mail

I'm not an only child, got a brother in jail

It's Philly, P-A, yo, we not for the play, yo

You can't run or hide, we be on your trail

Son, you know my squad got it all for sale

Motherfucker, you know what I'm saying

[Hook]

Money making jam boys, bitch, they not playin'

Money making jam boys, bitch, they not playin'

Money making jam boys, bitch, they not playin'

Money making jam boys, bitch, they not playin'

[Verse 2: Truck North]

Truck North, my lines express awareness

And while ya'll talk the scared shit

You fear bitch, I'm at the top of the pile

But no goma is sweatin' my style

Cause' I'm building, next level, more trouble

The Money Making Jam Boys go hard for the yards, Earl Campbell

And I must prevail

North side too fresh to be stale

I stay ill beyond 10,000

So if you see me in the party I'm housing

Then I'm recruiting all the jam girls

They drip for me like jheri curls

So I got to keep a towel in the back

When it rains and it pours, umbrellas and all that, shit

I am an orator, green leaf connoisseur

How could a team be more raw than this four

They want more kid north, got enough for four broads

Wake a nigga up, thinking he can beat me

I got a song from the hymns to the [creceeds?]

You walk around with no protection

And get mad cause the Jam Boys flexin'

They couldn't pass inspection

Because where I'm from you'll need your weapon

I'm like a beamer with fuel injection

Concave, convex full perception

Mean streets cause sassy diaeresis

And all I got is little bad bitches sweatin' us

You know what I'm sayin'

[Hook]

[Verse 3: P.O.R.N.]

They say life ain't shit but pimps and tricks

And everybody gets fucked cause the game is fixed

Some dance with the devil, others dance for tips

Rather die from a bullet than a nasty bid

Rather live on the run, than [?] for crumbs

Rather see if I can swim in a bottle of rum

You can't feel a bullet if you're already numb

Bite a shell before I bite my tongue

I'm built for the guild and the filth dope white as the milk

In the dirty diaper bag, in the room in the Hil'

I'm made for the blade, that's made in the cage

That's the stash in your ass when the C.O. raid?]

In the nighttime, [alute lust to war?]

Won't break fast, but down to break the law

In love with a [s?] I can't seem to ignore

Baby, I ain't sure - Money Making Jam Boys

[Hook]

[Verse 4: Dice Raw]

Yo, I see all you cornballs spitting all them stale raps

And me still sounding like a hellcat

See you at the mall wylin' on the sale rack

Then at the register crying over sales tax

Saw your old girl, told me how she fell back

And all she want to know is where the Jam Boys at

But she don't know raw who gets so raw

A-yo, I break into her minds with a crowbar

But all I really need is a toothpick

Because I'm too slick, manipulate too quick

Yo, I'm a rude boy spitting all that rude shit

My cause like Easy-E, you know, ruthless

I'm back at it, yeah, about to snatch it

Mister automatic, mister-mister cinematic

I'm mister old school, DJ mister magic

Let a hundred shots rip, no one will miss you bastards

But I'mma turn niggas into addicts

Cause I know that ya'll smoking that babbot

And ya'll broke, and ya'll get more for your buck

You know your girl let me throw dollar bills in her butt

She a slut, I told you not to mess with that chick at draws-drop

Quick for any nigga with [t...?] my life a movie

Where I'm freestyling a script, Denzel Washington or Forest Whitaker, I'm Will Smith

[Hook]