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X-Ray

"Get Your Money Right"

X-Ray Da Mindbenda ft. Kong - “Get Your Money Right”
[Emcee(s): Kong]
[Producer(s): X-Ray Da Mindbenda]

[Hook: Kong] (x2)
Step up on the block, what’s your purpose? n*ggas, are you
Working? Get the mail, n*gga, or it’s curtains
Get your money right. Pockets hurting, we all got
To eat and the plate is at the end of the street

[Verse 1: Kong]
I’m from
A place where the [?] and sharp
Stores get done gung, weather on the one
Third rock from the Sun, your man called you son
Barking like a dog but the cat got your tongue. Run
n*gga, run. Good-sized like a figure, seven and two
Quarters, a [?] riddle
Easy, Lord, write rhymes on Ouija board
God, forgive me, God, forgive this sword. Bored
Your boss tripped on a cordless cord, yo
AT&T Wireless, motherf*cker

[Hook: Kong] (x2)
Step up on the block, what’s your purpose? n*ggas, are you
Working? Get the mail, n*gga, or it’s curtains
Get your money right. Pockets hurting, we all got
To eat and the plate is at the end of the street

[Verse 2: Kong]
Smell
Of broken branches, smoking clouds close to ponder, roast a
Male with this toaster, the liquor bottle holster most to
Urgent medical—told ya—leave more warning signs
Than a Surgeon General poster. Bottles flipped
Turn into the streets scholarship with them hollow tips
Followers is leaders, and leaders now is followers
Flunk body in the trunk. Rob, see hoses, roses
Closed casket. I love puffing nicks, why chicks
Sucking di*k while I’m busting sh*t on their lips, busting
Asses. The streets is mine, mass with numbers
Hummers with the summertime runners, gunners are running with
The hunted. I’m looking for the crooked way, and f*ck
Hand-to-hand switching—Kong’s backseat-packing. Starve
Or become a savage

[Hook: Kong] (x2)
Step up on the block, what’s your purpose? n*ggas, are you
Working? Get the mail, n*gga, or it’s curtains
Get your money right. Pockets hurting, we all got
To eat and the plate is at the end of the street

[Verse 3: Kong]
Oh sh*t
The block is warm, it’s heated. Or with the heaters, heard the
Cops is on, they’ll walk, The Beast peek at the cry
Lies cause me to murder your seed, herbing your breed
Hurting your knees, moving in circular speed, the pain
[?] those close to me notice me. Industry
Trying to get the street groceries, our karma right
Armor, left hand python the fans while I’m
Focused on the street. Yo, we all got to eat. The game
Is built in the men and I’m a menace to finish. The scrimmage
[?] I’m in to win it, I’m all street
The parked cars, the empty cans, the mailbox, cell
Cops, hope, and bail. Verdict, you heard the word [?]

[Hook: Kong] (x2)
Step up on the block, what’s your purpose? n*ggas, are you
Working? Get the mail, n*gga, or it’s curtains
Get your money right. Pockets hurting, we all got
To eat and the plate is at the end of the street

[Outro: Kong]
The world is mine

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