King Kong (Explicit) - Forever M.C./It's different/DMX/Royce da 5'9"

Make money make money money money

Take money take money money money

Make money make money money money

Take money take money money money

I'm king kong this my theme song

With sky on the hook we touch kareems soul

Your team's on homie dream on

In the movie about pussies you play the lead role

Sensitive rapper

Oh sensitive rappers

We meant to get active

We interact with killers and factors

We chillin' with trappers

We in the back with infamous jackers

And infinite clappers roast to the back

We get the s**t crackin' exactly like that

The streets give me a hundred dollar credit

Keep it one hundred

Nothin' sweet like a f**kin' diabetic

And Hip Hop ain't dead

But radio programmers should be

F**k it I just said it

Nothing I regretted unapologetic

This whole rap industry's like a survival quest

And the idiot sittin' behind the desk is your final test

First they'll censor you then tax you like the IRS

Jerk me for my money

You better buy a vest

You better have a iron chest

It's like a couple of pervs with ear fetishes

F**k what you've heard

You're ear-relevant

Whether jugglin' birds or hustlin' words

For mathematics

We 'bout action

That's numbers and verbs

Yeah

Oh oh oh

Ahhh

We gon' get it

What

Give it to 'em

Yeah

We gon' get it

What

Now give it to 'em

Come on

We gon' get it

What

Give it to 'em

Yeah

We gon' get it

What

Now give it to 'em

Come on

Make money make money money money

Take money take money money money

I'm a legendary rapper clap a TEC quick

Blastin' at your baby bassinet

Snap a neck snatch a necklace

All I see is money p***y fame power

Sixty minute flights through them rain showers

That's because the plane's ours

'Bout to turn these money stacks to algebra

And shotgun your passenger

You're about to take a dirt nap like Africa

And we the f**kin' money team

Read it and weep

Ask me why I'm leavin' the D

I'm bob and weavin' the heat

Modesty is the least

While respect is just a catch 22

Give it to get it or expect it

Just catch 22

They call me king karma

I've seen crowns layed down in extreme carnage

Put mean garmets between me and armor

And I ain't even rhymin' man

I'm just being honest man

I would have your body lyin' in your home

While your soul flyin' to the promise land

B***hes actin' like I gotta go home

'Cause I'm in they stomach like sonograms

Oh oh oh

Ahhh we gon' get it

What

Give it to 'em

Yeah

We gon' get it

What

Now give it to 'em

Come on

We gon' get it

What

Give it to 'em

Yeah

We gon' get it

What

Now give it to 'em

Come on

Make money make money money money

Take money take money money money

Man nobody talk a n***a like

I'm in a wheelchair

You stay tryna walk a n***a

I'm from New York n***a

Pull out bang 'em with the hawk n***a

Bom bom bom outlined in chalk n***a

Stick a fork in a n***a

I'm in the gym jumpin' rope

Liftin' weights spidey mags

Speedbags you can't cope

Every word that I've ever said

You hang on to it

And even though I said it

It wasn't truth ya ain't gon' do it

'Cause I write in my books

'Cause my books is what I say

And what I say is my life

'Cause the life took away

'Cause the path has been dark for oh so long

Spit it from the heart from the start

It can't go wrong

We gon' get it

What

Give it to 'em

Yeah

We gon' get it

What

Now give it to 'em

Come on

We gon' get it

What

Give it to 'em

Yeah

We gon' get it

What

Now give it to 'em

Come on