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 [Intro: Fatman Scoop]
 Yeah yeah yeah yeah what's up my niggaz
 This is Fatman Scoop
 Holdin' this down right here for my man O.C
 Harlem World and Brooklyn this town few
 O.C. is "makin' money"
 Peter Gunz is "makin' money"
 Lord Tariq is "makin' money"
 Fatman Scoop is "makin' money"
 
 [Verse 1: O.C.]
 I was on a ball court where niggaz sold crills
 In park jams at night with guns made plus spill
 Let me set the scene Bushwick cold, caught after dark
 Where .22 hand guns were bucked, now
 Thrust this back in, with rock shocks is emquiddish
 Never tan, wannabe Clarks stay with the shitted
 Cadi Coupdeville '79 heroin game was strong
 Heavy hitters with gold chains on
 Nowadays I always make niggaz into vultures (Blow)
 Another young nigga stiff like a sculpture
 Pen in the holster, no more o' that, niggaz I twist back
 You it for what you said in the rap
 Yo it's a shame, with all the bad shit tainted enough
 Lust, murder, deceat, hate life is dangerous
 
 [Chorus: Fatman Scoop]
 Yeah, yeah
 NYC is "makin' money"
 And the boys in LA is "makin' money"
 All the cats in DC is "makin' money"
 My crew in Norfolk is "makin' money"
 My team in Atlanta is "makin' money"
 All the cats in Detroit is "makin' money"
 All my boys in NC is "makin' money"
 My home-team in Miami is "makin' money"
 
 [Verse 2: Lord Tariq]
 Twelve thousand a day now that's less
 Fuck these fakes I'm the Lord
 You might've seen me on the ad
 "lunch and whip old george"
 Contemplatin' spots some veteran Bronx blocks
 Even doin' hand to hand tryin' to triple my grand, and
 The money came quick, rumor has it that a fiend
 Just died of my shit, they all bought the hit
 Eighty bottles a day kept the momses away
 But now we monsters, on city island
 We crackin lobsters with a good time investor
 Talkin in codes we sippin mexican siëstas learnin the roads
 And he expect, me was the best from the stories I told
 And how my block generated more money than gold
 Time related, but innovated, bound to grow old
 And how the New York blocks made, my warm heart cold
 Ain't no time to foe the nigga said he got bricks
 Goin once goin twice, nigga sold
 
 [Chorus: Fatman Scoop]
 All my shout out cats is "makin' money"
 My peoples from the Bay is "makin' money"
 All my cats in DA is "makin' money"
 And my team from Houston is "makin' money"
 What the deal yeah
 
 [Verse 3: Peter Gunz]
 You cowards like to boast but I ain't seen no pause of the mu-lah
 You talkin that tough shit, you new niggaz is cool-ah
 My man got about two hundred mill in the trunk
 And a third of that will be in my bank in about a month
 I'm the part of the Bronx with provejects cheques in a
 I'm in the back enhance sippin Baileys gettin ben-ah
 I fiend in negativity you playin them games
 Stop beatin around the bush nigga say my name
 I, Peter Gunz, slash the Bronx top ten
 I gun a bitch off and slice his dick up in her friend
 I reach for the nine to blind niggaz if they hit it
 You can have twenty mill in the bank and still get it
 Like; up your back and around your neck (Whoo-haa)
 That's all I hear when I'm wavin my tec
 Motherfucker bullshittin I'm hittin the bangin switches
 And I got a gang of ritches for all you stinkin bitches
 
 [Chorus: Fatman Scoop]
 All my cats out of Queens is "makin' money"
 My team from Harlem World is "makin' money"
 Yeah my Boogie Down Bronx is "makin' money"
 All my peoples from Brooklyn is "makin' money"
 
 [Verse 4: O.C.]
 I be that slick kid, with gold teeth
 Shinin of ya forehead, beef?
 I don't think you want it, chief
 I'm O.C. swing fly, dialog like Tarzan
 Swamming like Shazamm on this year jam
 Kinda mint like Zush, I'm a Prince like Shaka Zulu
 With the hair on my Bronx, beatin me fruits
 Me, blessin this joint is like God
 And writin a New Testament
 Didn't see me writin it is the evidence
 I, I exhault til rappers forfeit
 Mouth like I battle words, bust like a four-fifth
 Brings you a tenner when I send a slug to ya midriff
 Hands up for you poppin that shit
 Now if I miss six shots you gotta deal with Gunz
 And if he miss, Lord Tariq will cold give you the runs
 But I doubt we all miss it's like game for us
 Three New York niggaz that's Dangerous, what
 
 [Outro: Fatman Scoop]
 Yeah without a doubt O.C. Worldwide Megalive
 London, Amsterdam, Denmark, Japan
 O.C. in the Lexus land yeah you don't stop
 Peter Gunz in the house you don't stop
 Lord Tariq in the house you don't stop
 O.C. in the house you don't stop 
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