Money Over Bullshit

My niggaz got scarred grills

Skully hats and gats be fullys

Brrrat cars peel

The East Coast cartel

Rats get their tails snapped and trapped

The snitches in the streets

And the snitches who rap

Pure euphoria

A dose of death to all of ya

Coroner choruses sung

From The Bridge to Astoria

Dreams of fallin' in the elevator

Passin' floors

Suddenly stop

The doors open up to a brick wall

I can smell the haters

Wishful thinkers

Bad luck prayers

Picture your tarot cards

And bodyguards gettin' sprayed up

Sabotagin' my makeup

My watches get laced up

Even if they indicted Jacob

Forensics

Paramedics carry cowards off

Defibrillators shock to your chest

Try to cough

They die and hit Hell from an iron

I'm flyin' wire or cell

I'm paid from this shit

Got bitches high as hell

And they fuckin' like AIDS don't exist

They get sent to your hotel

A maid and shit

Put a barrel in a capo mouth

'Til his scalp come out

You a kid you don't live what you rap about

King poetic

Too many haters to count

Too much paper to count

QB BITCH

Join me in war many will live

Many will mourn

(Money Over Bullshit)

Pistols over brawn

Afraid not of none of you cowards

But of my own strength

Afraid not of none of you cowards

But of my own strength

Join me in war many will live

Many will mourn

(Money Over Bullshit)

Pistols over brawn

Afraid not of none of you cowards

But of my own strength

Afraid not of none of you cowards

But of my own strength

Got seven candles lit

Black wallpaper black carpet

Thinkin' about which nigga to target

You kill a nigga today

He lives forever

So I plotted out smarter

There'll be no Martyrs

Black Tec on the table Mag 44

Black negligee on my bitch

She's at the door

Black fish eggs nigga

That's the caviar

You niggaz fish-made

Y'all niggaz is fifth grade

Niggaz it's fifty ways to disect the General

If I give ya the top five

You will not survive

Rule 1: cocksucker

Keep my name from your tongue

Rule 2: thought ya knew

Don't fuck with God's Son

Rule 3: see matter fact

I just wait

If y'all reach top five

Then I'ma eat y'all alive

Each one of you guys

That claim Hip-Hop is still alive

Like y'all ain't in agreement wit Nas

Join me in war many will live

Many will mourn

(Money Over Bullshit)

Pistols over brawn

Afraid not of none of you cowards

But of my own strength

Afraid not of none of you cowards

But of my own strength

Join me in war many will live

Many will mourn

(Money Over Bullshit)

Pistols over brawn

Afraid not of none of you cowards

But of my own strength

Afraid not of none of you cowards

But of my own strength

From crack pushers

To Lac' pushers and ambushers

And morticians to fortresses

Case-dismisses

Laced in riches cake ridiculous

From nickel and dimin;

To trickin; them diamonds

Vegas places in Switzerland

From non-blastin; to auto

I don't have to blast mine

They blast mine black nine

You flatline

My cash climb buy rare art

Antique pieces Mona Lisa's

Own no leases

Five-star restaurant eaters;

Don't forget who your peeps is

'Sposed to dine with you

Sip that good wine with you

Only if they grind with you

Or slang for ya

Seen niggaz live laugh party

And die in that very same corner

Pretty girls glance at us

Status unconceivable

Private planes landed out in Teterboro

Weed I twirl

Once even gave me a phobia

That I be in a spot trapped

Like Madame Zenobia's

With this kid eyein' my Rolly y'all

Join me in war many will live

Many will mourn

(Money Over Bullshit)

Pistols over brawn

Afraid not of none of you cowards

But of my own strength

Afraid not of none of you cowards

But of my own strength

Join me in war many will live

Many will mourn

(Money Over Bullshit) pistols over brawn

Afraid not of none of you cowards

But of my own strength

Afraid not of none of you cowards

But of my own strength

There it is QB bitch yea

QB bitch yea yea QB bitch