Make Munne Lyrics

Black Moon

publisher: ©MJJN LLC
writers: Kenyatta Blake, Walter V Dewgarde
album: Track 8 in album Enta da Stage
release date: 1993-10-19
popularity : 7 users have visited this page.
genres: Hip Hop
styles: Thug Rap/Conscious
length: 4:27
producer: Mr. Walt

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Black Moon Enta da Stage cover art
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(One two y'all, ya don't stop) --> KRS-One

[ VERSE 1: Buckshot Shorty ]
Back in the days we used to hit Pitkin Av
Knapsack strapped on my back cause everything got bagged
In sight, when I got put out put up a fight
Then I took flight, all you seen was a streak of light
Ghost, you didn't catch me if you wanted to
I broke, it's time to catch some wreck, where's my crew?
Hit up the ball ( ? ), fill up the pad with ease
Pump **** on the block and make at least two g's
Sometimes I even hit the pocket, I got knocked
One time, two times, ****, they couldn't stop it
I had to make my loot, I had to make my dough
So I took my 'Lo and Guess, then bumped the rest
On the ave, it's all about the green
And *****s who make mad green know what I mean
So if you in the house and you know what it's about
Gettin paid, come on, let me hear you shout

Make money, money, make money, money, money (4X)
Take money, money, take money, money, money (4X)

[ VERSE 2: Buckshot Shorty ]
I got to get paid, and I mean quick fast
And if it ain't the cash then that *** get blast
Livin in New York nowadays is like damn
Cause if you're broke nobody wants to be your man
Especially the girls when it come to gettin game
You got to have the loot plus the gear to maintain
I can't take the heat, there's a strain on my brain
And when my pockets are broke my heart feels the pain
I gotta get a grip cause I might just flip
I'm thinkin of a vic, where's my crew and my clip?
It's a jack, take your ****in hand off the wheel
Turn around slowly, *****, you know the deal
(Shorty, you crazy) Nah, I need dough
And I'ma do what I gotta do, where's my flow?
I want to grab the mic, flip the script and get paid
But if I puff a daydream, damn, I'm gettin played
Word to my meals, no frills, gotta go
And if you want to bump makin dough let me know
I rather get paid with the paid program
You can keep your fame and **** who's the man
I scheme and I scheme till I go get the green
And if you want a scene of the money fiend
*****s ( ? ) hit the screen
Everybody in the house, if you want dough
You gots to let me know


[ VERSE 3: Buckshot Shorty ]
I'm gettin kinda old, now my moms want to flip
Up out the crib, damn, I gotta hit a ****in lick
The house ain't clean and the rent's overdue
I hear the same line, yeah, "I do it all for you"
You do it all for me but all I want is my own
I want to represent, so I keep **** known
That I'm for the dough and nothin but the dead pres
**** Uncle Sam and the bullshit he says
You got to get paid says the man on the corner
See a fly shortie lookin good, push up on her
Now I'm like the man cause I bring home the bacon
**** is mad real, kid, ain't no move-fakin
On the streets of New York, whatever you talk
It seems like only poor people eat pork
Word to my herb, make your loot in the spot
If you want to get paid, let me see you lick one shot


Track Listing

CD 1
  • 1 Powaful Impak!
  • 2 Niguz Talk Shit
  • 3 Who Got da Props?
  • 4 Ack Like U Want It
  • 5 Buck Em Down
  • 6 Black Smif‐n‐Wessun
  • 7 Son Get Wrec
  • 8 Make Munne
  • 9 Slave
  • 10 I Got Cha Opin
  • 11 Shit Iz Real
  • 12 Enta da Stage
  • 13 How Many MC’s…
  • 14 U da Man