(Intro) Hell Razah Yeah, this goes out to Brooklyn, Queens Harlem, Shaolin, to the BX, Strong Island Dirty Jersey, all the way to the Midwest, Miami We gon' go all the way to the west side on this one right here California, San Francisco, London, Amsterdam Tokyo, Hong Kong, Jamaica, Haiti, Puerto Rico Dominican Republic, Columbia, Brazil, throw your flags up Black Market, so y'all could see us Killah Priest, we're here, Tragedy Khadafi William Cooper, Hell Razah, Bo King, Brooklyn Yo Brooklyn was going down?
[Timbo King] Yeah-yeah, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo My first name's Bo, my last name's King I hit you in the face with a chicken wing From a lie I should fuck you up right now But your girl's my love and I'm wondering how Know how to fuck, 'cause I just came to chill I feel the beef, is charcoal ok with the grill? Testing, you know yet we came with the vest And the drugs, the bitches, the one's I'm caressing Now what? You wanna pop off Jacob? Girl I don't got the time for the lies and make-ups
[Killah Priest] Shootouts in block corners, cops swarming Police riots, street's virus Walk thru plain with .38, then put it right where you think You blink, you could be gon', name your pain Next thing I'm going after your expiration date This one's for the women on Section-8 Sex is great, but I wanna educate you more More than the cat that penetrated you more That kind of dude gonna medicate you all Quote it when I conversate, it's pure Since '86 my baby inflicts, bamboo earrings Bad jewels appearing Coca Cola shirts, on the mic niggas know Priest goes bezerk
(Chorus) Priest Money makes the world go round Black Market movement, revolution
[Hell Razah] '88 on the duce with our thick rope chain Now we got a President that ship Cocaine And can't get a chick if your whip ain't a Range We still block party, rock games of Atari Who went from windbreakers to rocking an Armani When I first heard "La-li-da-di" from my man's bad copy Trey bags of weed and red double G's Four figurines, the era of the Kings When Rakim came out with 'Microphone Fiend' Poor crack fiends taught niggas how to sling But it must have gotten too hot, burned off your wings I'm all attitude, you need jewels to speed up Even if you're scheming, you're thinking like a diva Like a diva, it's deeper
[William Cooper] I was an emcee on the boom-box, my hip-hop lock it Face covered with a stocking Skating on a baseline, gun hand on my waistline Back in '86 rope chain and white lines And nowadays is what set you plain The blood or grip, or what hoop you play And you know I was a mack in 8th grade Looking up to Cool J macking in school days
(Chorus) Priest So stop all the shooting, what were doing Money makes the world go round Black Market movement, revolution Crack will make your girl go down So stop all the shooting, what were doing Money makes the world go round
(Outro) Hell Razah Money makes the world go round Yeah, all the way down to Virginia North Carolina, South Carolina Connecticut, Renaissance Child All our people out there in Germany Uh-huh, Australia, all our people in Israel, Tel Aviv All our people out there in Egypt Niggas had on gazelles; we see y'all, long distance Niggas used to rock on gentians and shit All our people out there in Sudan Black Market baby, Yemen, Brooklyn all day All our people out there in Iraq
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Copy to Clipboard: (Intro) Hell Razah Yeah, this goes out to Brooklyn, Queens Harlem, Shaolin, to the BX, Strong Island Dirty Jersey, all the way to the Midwest, Miami We gon' go all the way to the west side on this one right here California, San Francisco, London, Amsterdam Tokyo, Hong Kong, Jamaica, Haiti, Puerto Rico Dominican Republic, Columbia, Brazil, throw your flags up Black Market, so y'all could see us Killah Priest, we're here, Tragedy Khadafi William Cooper, Hell Razah, Bo King, Brooklyn Yo Brooklyn was going down?
[Timbo King] Yeah-yeah, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo My first name's Bo, my last name's King I hit you in the face with a chicken wing From a lie I should fuck you up right now But your girl's my love and I'm wondering how Know how to fuck, 'cause I just came to chill I feel the beef, is charcoal ok with the grill? Testing, you know yet we came with the vest And the drugs, the bitches, the one's I'm caressing Now what? You wanna pop off Jacob? Girl I don't got the time for the lies and make-ups
[Killah Priest] Shootouts in block corners, cops swarming Police riots, street's virus Walk thru plain with .38, then put it right where you think You blink, you could be gon', name your pain Next thing I'm going after your expiration date This one's for the women on Section-8 Sex is great, but I wanna educate you more More than the cat that penetrated you more That kind of dude gonna medicate you all Quote it when I conversate, it's pure Since '86 my baby inflicts, bamboo earrings Bad jewels appearing Coca Cola shirts, on the mic niggas know Priest goes bezerk
(Chorus) Priest Money makes the world go round Black Market movement, revolution
[Hell Razah] '88 on the duce with our thick rope chain Now we got a President that ship Cocaine And can't get a chick if your whip ain't a Range We still block party, rock games of Atari Who went from windbreakers to rocking an Armani When I first heard "La-li-da-di" from my man's bad copy Trey bags of weed and red double G's Four figurines, the era of the Kings When Rakim came out with 'Microphone Fiend' Poor crack fiends taught niggas how to sling But it must have gotten too hot, burned off your wings I'm all attitude, you need jewels to speed up Even if you're scheming, you're thinking like a diva Like a diva, it's deeper
[William Cooper] I was an emcee on the boom-box, my hip-hop lock it Face covered with a stocking Skating on a baseline, gun hand on my waistline Back in '86 rope chain and white lines And nowadays is what set you plain The blood or grip, or what hoop you play And you know I was a mack in 8th grade Looking up to Cool J macking in school days
(Chorus) Priest So stop all the shooting, what were doing Money makes the world go round Black Market movement, revolution Crack will make your girl go down So stop all the shooting, what were doing Money makes the world go round
(Outro) Hell Razah Money makes the world go round Yeah, all the way down to Virginia North Carolina, South Carolina Connecticut, Renaissance Child All our people out there in Germany Uh-huh, Australia, all our people in Israel, Tel Aviv All our people out there in Egypt Niggas had on gazelles; we see y'all, long distance Niggas used to rock on gentians and shit All our people out there in Sudan Black Market baby, Yemen, Brooklyn all day All our people out there in Iraq
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