Lirieke:
Roots The For The Love Of Money

South Phil, they better chill [Malik B] We got my man Cash Money on the cut Takin niggas back to the days of King Tut You king of ampfier, you know I can't forget For

with heaven? It's hell when you're an orphan at a early age This impressionable stage, no love breeds rage In the heart of a child who never knew his roots

how I pack the ninas Out of two, Clipse they say, malice the meanest Got love for guns and caine, let nothin' come between us You mistook me for a rapper

mothafuckas crushed, And makin sweet love to every women dat ya lust. I love to pay her bills, can't wait to pay her rent, Curtis Jackson baby mama ain't askin for

you I be outta time before I'm outta luck They ain't rooting for me They ain't clapping for me I'm only saying iwhy can't someone be happy for me? I really

thank You, Jesus Christ For givin' for givin' up Your life for us Now, I can think twice, 'fore roll the dice Advice from a thug, tell mommy I love her

rap shit, my roots is deep You heard the bitch is you, yeah I know what?s beef Let it cook and I pop like grease You thirsty niggas can?t stop my feast, uh I still love

There's some things, I don't like, I love them Nikes But not the white on whites, forget the price tags 'Cause I get what I like, & you're girl lookin' for

, We Soaring to shamayim (heaven) where the angels call in love And the glory of Hashem fits like a glove Hashem rules the world and Israel is his wife Love