Money In The Bank Lyrics - Singles - Kool G. Rap

"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" 

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 

"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" 

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 

"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.." 

Cool 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 

"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" 

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 

"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"