Where's Our Money?! Lyrics - Singles - Guru

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 

Fuck the industry bullshit 

Switchin' up from sweat suits 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 Millennium duckets 

Snatchin' the cheese from right under you rats noses 

(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, [unverified] 

Ladies and gentlemen 

When the mic's within my reach I'm nice like that 

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 

A lotta 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 ass yet 

Wet behind the ears while I been spittin' darts for years 

Don't make me embarrass you in front of your so called peers 

Them fools gassed you in the first place, dirt face 

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 

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? 

(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 [unverified] 

(Ladies and gentlemen) 

When the mic's within my reach I'm nice like that 

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 fuck 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 

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? 

(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 [unverified] 

(Ladies and gentlemen) 

When the mic's within my reach, I'm nice like that [unverified]