Told you I'd be the first to kill you, then hold ya last
its overcast, & the night has yet to give us a thrill dude
See, when we were young, our pleas turned fun
& our unfinished agendas at the time, returned done
Now why I say the night's day, hasn't excited us
because the fight in us, has turned into timed play
We made this decision, to give us precision
into what we do best, we're two less, whatever, its in'em
Started as youth, robbin banks, it may seem retarted to you
but these throbbin aches, could only be parted in two
Went from the korean store, to the italian pizza parlor
we hit ya harder, but now the part we be in, bores
Our goal was simple, to be apart of bigger things
cause now we're lookin to get on these six figure dreams
Jay had it set, one shot, we planned it...yet
our boys gave us the looks that a faggot gets
They doubted the plan, looked at'em...
"get the hate out ya man!" as I seen the mook in them
. . .
Money's in the bag, we out, fleed south
we look back, the cherries lit up in the scene's mouth
. . .
This could've all been avoided, see we had this new guy
who thought we was too fly, but this fucker just annoyed us
Done by a minute & a half, but over by 30 seconds
Now every moment reminds us of that dirty lesson
& as the seconds goes by, we realized the mind is funny
now we're in a race against time, cause yes now....
Time Is Money
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