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money makes the world go round,

i make my dough underground,

nowhere to be found, cause i don't talk around,

from the beginning i was tought, that talking means getting caught,

ripped or shot, you got the money so what do you get short,

why do you make me mention,

that the prevention of attention is the most important lesson to learn,

one mistake is enough to make your rich ass burn to broke as fuck,

ran outta luck, now you rot in a cell without a single buck,

see snithin' is bitchin', and there ain't no game without competition,

but here people listen, to what their brain gotta tell,

and when the crack puffed it to hell, you know how that bussiness is going to smell,

as they beginning to master on how to prevent an escalating disaster,

with 2 clips, hollow point slugs, and a nice ass blaster,

that's the path of the dutch hazard,