Richman Poorman Lyrics - Singles - Nine

(chorus)2x 

I use to be a richman 

(now I'm poorman) 

I use to be a poorman 

(now I'm rich) 

Because when I was a richman 

(I steped in the quick sand) 

Now I'm a poorman 

(ain't that a bitch) 

Verse one: nine, 3rd eye 

Ayo what's up man 

Strap on your vest 

And meet me on the grand concourse 

We about to set it off 

Yea who's the victim tonight 

Is he black or is he white 

Nine:you know I can give a fuck son 

Green is what I like 

[3rd eye] 

Alright 

I'll meet you around midnight 

I'm down to greed 

Matter of fact I'm lacing up my boots right now 

You know how we living and I ain't giving a fuck 

I'm out of luck and if I got to buck somebody 

Then what ever son 

[nine] 

We in this shit together 

Word 

We ain't got a pot to piss in 

I'm sick of eating chicken 

It's finger licking 

We on a mission 

Because my paradise ain't nice 

My advice is lets pull a heist 

My pockets ain't nice 

I need green 

[3rd eye] 

I'm tired of being stuck between a rock and a hard place 

Now it's time for me to taste a piece of the pie 

I ain't trying to die broke 

You know what I'm saying nine 

I'm goina go for mines even if it means I got to do crime 

I'm goina find the way to get the kind of loot 

I need to be all that I can be and then some 

Understand 

And do what it takes for me to be a richman 

(chorus) 

Verse two: 

I'm telling you right now don't move a muscle 

Got my finger on the trigger 

I'm mad upset 

Don't make me have to smoke a nigga west 

Hurry the fuck up pack the loot 

One minute and counting and then we got to move to situation 22 

[3rd eye] 

Yo bitch put that cash in the bag and make it fast 

Get that finger off the button before I buck that ass 

Grabed up the manager smacked him in the face open up the safe 

(77779311 is the combination 

Act like you know it's time to pay the black nation) 

Now I got the loot time to jet 

Anybody make a move and they getting wet 

Step to the door headed for the get away 

Now we on the high way richer than a motherfucker 

Heading for the airport 

Hope we don't get caught 

Because we ain't going out like that 

We one the road to riches and we ain't looking back black 

Chorus 2x 

(cop 1) (cop 2) 

Freeze motherfucker 

Hands, hands, let me see hands 

Get out of the car 

Shut the fucking car off 

Get out and eat some fucking dirt 

Get on the fucking ground