Get the Money

Get the money, we out here to pillage and loot

Crack safes, watch DeLucas' blood gettin' spilled

You can't take over the truth behind the story

Let Ghost legend live on in all its glory

Yo, yo

Get the money, they keep it tucked away in a safe

In the back room bottom wine bottle with grapes

Hit 'em where it hurts, they can't find shit cause they broke

Snatch chains, wallets, bitches front row

Tear the clubs up, all social events

If a nigga act tense put a hole in his fence

This ain't for fun but it's fun though

I gotta run though, money ain't shit watch me burn a few hunndo

Tear the DeLucas down like the legend of Tone Starks

Tie bricks around his ankles, have him swimmin' with sharks

Dynamite they safe, lookin' for heirlooms

It's personal, I want the keys to the tombs

Kids college funds, crack they foundation

Connects to the banks and the police station

I want those faces rolled, truth behind the legend

Did it really go down, or it's just my obsession?

Get the money, we out here to pillage and loot

Crack safes, watch DeLucas' blood gettin' spilled

You can't take over the truth behind the story

Let Ghost legend live on in all its glory

Day dream of a rueger to the Lucas 'til the city is ours

Money, power, and the powder I would murder with y'all

In the name of King Kane "New York, New York!"

The city of dreams, stained sidewalks, and Mac 10s, flex my fifth

Search 'til it hurt, records from the retched abyss

Murdered them, they scurred, reck him 'til he reckin' his shit

If he alludin' his life worth losin'

Kane said a record earned is a pot of gold

Prize a loan, put a marble floor in my momma home

Never need a loan, put the rest in the bank

We a army, only thing we missin' a tank

Couldn't harm me, keeper is my brother for the record

I be crazy muthafucka, blood stains on my knuckles

I'm a slugger, fist kill his brain

Load up a weapon in the name of King Lester Kane

Get the money, we out here to pillage and loot

Crack safes, watch DeLucas' blood gettin' spilled

You can't take over the truth behind the story

Let Ghost legend live on in all its glory

Hey yo we crushed 'em, last spot left on the list

Crack the safe and peeled out twelve sealed discs

Lookin' Illmatic, wrapped up in a robe

They were records, each one marked with a code

It said "Do Not Play" in big bold letters

The DeLucas pressed, stamped, engraved Vendetta

I think we hit it, reservation of Ghostface

Shoulda known they had that shit hidden at Tone's place

Hit Logan sip chilled Don Maretta

Big glasses of wine bringin' sharp chedda

Get the vinyl to headquarters, asap codes

And tell Lester we hit the mother of all loads

Pagin' 911, meet back to the burghs

They gon' want revenge on the squad and all that shit

We crippled 'em, but they go deeper then white meat

We got blood on our hands and war in the streets

Get the money, we out here to pillage and loot

Crack safes, watch DeLucas' blood gettin' spilled

You can't take over the truth behind the story

Let Ghost legend live on in all its glory