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Wu-tang Clan

Genres: Hip-Hop

If Time Is Money (fly Navigation) Lyrics - Wu-tang Clan

Uh, yeah 

Choose a side 

 

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Look, vibe with me 

Rhyme is tricky, who ridin' with me 

Who kinda miss me can kindly miss me, you kinda iffy 

Don't know the history? I'm from the city of stop-and-frisk me 

The cops is jiggy, they spot the blickey then try and get me 

My pops a Willie, said "Give her fifty, she pop her kitty" 

He Bad Boy and he Poppa really, it's not a Biggie 

See my committee, block offici', it's not an ishy 

Or I'm too lazy to cross roads, if not, I'm busy 

It's not a mystery who shot Ricky, but where the difference 

Between the trĂ© and the dough boy, we bred different 

So bear witness, this can leave you with head missing 

If y'all can hear me, I guarantee you the feds listening 

So I be spittin' in barcode, nothin' left in the tap, dog 

And after the last call, the bar close 

This my Cohiba, cigar blow 

Even Tony Stark knows the tension is thick as Wallabee Clark soles 

But did I mention I'm sick and gotta be hardcore 

Hard-boiled, taking your base, that's what we ball for 

Money over bimbos, that's what the Mob for 

Rappers stuck in limbo 'cause they were settin' the bar low 

Every time I rhyme on a track, it's like a convo 

King, we put the nine to your back, it's like you Rondo 

When it come to John, though, I'ma slaughter a John Doe 

Drag him through a drive-thru like he ordered the combo 

Hands on him, we wild style with the cans on him 

Then come defeat, that's my beliefs and I stand on 'em 

Give you the beats, no Doc Dre or brands on 'em 

Some men want 'em, these verses hot and the fans want 'em 

I'm from the school of them hard knocks with harder standards 

I've been a hard rock before they added the Arm & Hammers 

My meth bananas, bogus method, we call it bama 

Gun on the camera so we can shoot them in panoramas 

Na-nana-nana, I'm feelin' petty, but watch your manners 

Use proper grammar so we could stop with the propaganda 

No type of slender but tell them hoes, "I'm not your Santa" 

Just want the body, nobody tryin' to pot-and-pan ya 

Cop scanners, a fuller house but we not the Tanners 

If shooters bringin' them Hawks out, then it's not Atlanta's 

 

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If time is money, I got time and time saved 

I pull your blinds and stop shine behind shade 

Nobody get 'til I got mine, my mind made 

If time is money, I got time and time saved 

I pull your blinds and stop shine behind shade 

Nobody get 'til I got mine, my mind made 

 

Choose a side 

Math vs Meth, Cival War 

 

If time is money, I got time and time saved 

I pull your blinds and stop shine behind shade 

Nobody get 'til I got mine, my mind made 

If time is money, I got time and time saved 

I pull your blinds and stop shine behind shade 

Nobody get 'til I got mine, my mind made 

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