Richman Poorman (Act One) - Nine, 3rd Eye

I use to be a richman

(now Im poorman)

I use to be a poorman

(now Im rich)

Because when I was a richman

(I steped in the quick sand)

Now Im a poorman

(aint that a bitch)

Verse one: nine, 3rd eye

Ayo whats up man

Strap on your vest

And meet me on the grand concourse

We about to set it off

Yea whos the victim tonight

Is he black or is he white

Nine: you know I can give a fuck son

Green is what I like

Alright

Ill meet you around midnight

Im down to greed

Matter of fact Im lacing up my boots right now

You know how we living and I aint giving a fuck

Im out of luck and if I got to buck somebody

Then what ever son

We in this shit together

Word

We aint got a pot to piss in Im sick of eating chicken

Its finger licking

We on a mission

Because my paradise aint nice

My advice is lets pull a heist

My pockets aint nice

I need green

Im tired of being stuck between a rock and a hard place

Now its time for me to taste a piece of the pie

I aint trying to die broke

You know what Im saying nine

Im goina go for mines even if it means I got to do crime

Im goina find the way to get the kind of loot

I need to be all that I can be and then some

Understand

And do what it takes for me to be a richman

Verse two:

Im telling you right now dont move a muscle

Got my finger on the trigger

Im mad upset

Dont make me have to smoke a nigga west

Hurry the fuck up pack the loot

One minute and counting and then we got to move to situation 22

Yo bitch put that cash in the bag and make it fast

Get that finger off the button before I buck that ass

Grabed up the manager smacked him in the face open up the safe

(77 779 311 is the combination

Act like you know its time to pay the black nation)

Now I got the loot time to jet

Anybody make a move and they getting wet

Step to the door headed for the get away

Now we on the high way richer than a motherfucker

Heading for the airport

Hope we dont get caught

Because we aint going out like that

We one the road to riches and we aint looking back black

(cop 1) (cop 2)

Freeze motherfucker

Hands, hands, let me see hands

Get out of the car

Shut the fucking car off

Get out and eat some fucking dirt

Get on the fucking ground