Make Money, Money Lyrics - The World According To Rza - Rza

[Intro: Tim Westwood (Mr. Tibbs) {Skinnyman ] 

Yo this is Westwood 

I'm at Radio 1 just doin' my thing tonight 

And just walked into this studio some of the hottest UK cats out there 

My man Skinnyman {Woah, woah, Blade 

And Mr. Tibbs what's the deal? What you got for me? 

{Yeah we got ya the new banger Tim straight from RZA 

Straight from the Wu-Tang 

(Yeah representin' live all my UK hip hop heads in the North Side, el tarno) 

Down it's gonna bang in ya face, lets go 

[Skinnyman (RZA)] 

Regardless, I'll be here bringin' it heartless 

Ruthless, to the death I'll stand for the truth yes 

My God given talent is all that I can do best 

Keep spittin' over these tracks and leavin' you blessed 

So who requested my time on the set 

Skinnyman's what you get, so you ain't really hearin' nuttin' yet 

Ya best upthreat 'cause it gets better yet 

I'm that deft intellect, them boy they don't pent 

So who requested Wu-Tang on the set (it's the RZA) 

What you get so you ain't really hearin' nuttin' yet 

We'll never let anybody else step 

Or ever come with anything less for what you'd expect 

If you pass me the mic then I'll gladly accept 

I'll take it to the street, show you how rough it can get 

'cause everybody knows this rappin' thing isn't happenin' 

Now they jack it in and go back to shottin' crack again 

Locked down the block and get strapped with the gat again 

Then we break it down then just deal with the matter then 

So how you'd think a British ghetto youth feels 

He can't get a record deal but he can get drugs to deal 

He can't get a job but he can go for rob and steel 

Lookin' for a mill' while you screamin' "keep it real!" 

So I'll just stand here with this mic that I hold 

Request the higher force to sweep over my soul 

So I can fulfill my dream, go for my goals 

I'm sick of spendin' every late night out of role 

[Chorus: RZA] 

Skinnyman make the party Boing, bza Boing, Boing 

Blade make the party bza Boing, Boing 

Mr. Tibbs he makes the party Boing, Boing 

Bob Digi makes the party Boing, Boing 

Skinnyman make the party Boing, bza Boing, Boing 

Blade makes the party bza Boing, Boing 

[Blade] 

Calm but still merciless, rugged on impact 

Explosive, leavin' nuttin' but rubber with a spinback 

Snap a photo with your camera, capture the stamina 

Hand it to a amateur, show him how to damage a 

Live set, make him feel the full effect 

And yet still make it hard to detect and what's left? 

Four men remain standin' like Gladiators 

When the dusk clears nuttin' for the average ears 

For years its been the same with minds of the artillery 

God forgave us all for the merciless delivery 

Holdin' the tools of the trade with a death grip 

Rememberin' the times when nothin' was right, we was desperate 

Dreams blown to smithereens, turned into nightmares with screams 

There's a world of CREAM 

If all goes correct we can stash supreme 

Feed the fiend 'cause that's the way it was meant to have been 

You should of seen the comin', the language is universal 

One time perfect attack with no rehearsal 

Shook the Earth for what it's worth 

You're in danger of a takeover, and it's analysed as global 

We can find them whatever your predictions 

Enterin' the realm unknown with no restricitons 

It might be hard to believe 

We invade, we conquer and lead 

[Chorus: RZA] 

Skinnyman make the party Boing, bza Boing, Boing 

Blade make the party bza Boing, Boing 

Mr. Tibbs he makes the party Boing, Boing 

Bob Digi makes the party Boing, Boing 

[Mr. Tibbs] 

I'm a country man at heart but a city man by nature 

'cause even though it's fuck free, it's all about the paper 

I love to live expensive, smoke like I'm in Jamiaca 

Even when I'm broke I think I'm like but a creater 

Avoids the green, even from my early teens 

???????? in need of CREAM seen (seen) 

But then I had a dream 'bout bein' the best rapper 

But that ain't what it seems, next chapter 

That's spreadin' the word 

Inspiration from the hurb is what you hear when I got heard 

I sat back and observed most of the men that shined before me 

All that respect, keeper know 'nough of them will bore me 

Singin' the same story, I'm better than you 

And to tell you the truth most of them men are shut fools 

We asked them in the struggle to make ends meet 

That's why I told these MCs that talk is cheap 

You might think you know Tibbs, you don't know me 

Unless you walk my streets and talk to my peeps 

[Chorus: RZA] 

Bob Digi makes the party Boing, Boing 

Skinnyman make the party Boing, bza Boing, Boing 

[RZA] 

With your high pitched face like eye liner 

If the black gat bust you get struck by the side winder 

You can't block and stop it when I spotted 

I shoot like Luke Skywalker inside the cockpit 

Aimin' at the top fighter 

Who I mighta have thirty thousand kids spark the lighter 

And set flames to the sky, we aim high 

The baseline kick like the kid from Shang-Hi 

Make your bubble bust, cuddle up from the rubble thrust 

You'se will have the double juice duck, then I doubled up 

To the double four, puddles pour from ya bum bot 

Open swords can't be cured by the blood clot 

Ya bum bastards, son I come classic 

Frame won't last the length of my matchstick 

Drunk off the Hennessey V.S. stop the B.S. 

I'm still off to catch the CREAM like P.S. 

Jake was makin' that green 

People always say what the hell does that mean 

[Chorus: RZA] 

With Skinny man he makes the party Boing, Boing 

Bob Digi makes the party Boing, Boing 

Mr. Tibbs he makes the party Boing, Boing 

Bza Blade he makes the party Boing, Boing 

Skinnyman make the party Boing, a bza Boing, Boing 

Blade make the party bza Boing, Boing 

Mr. Tibbs he makes the party Boing, Boing 

Bob Digi makes the party Boing, Boing 

Skinnyman make the party Boing, a bza Boing, Boing 

Blade make the party bza Boing, Boing 

Mr. Tibbs he makes the party Boing, Boing 

Bob Digi makes the party Boing