Guru: Where's our money

[Guru talking] Yeah, heh-heh, it's time y'all.. It's yours truly in the house, you know me Baldhead Slick, that's right That nigga who been puttin it down for years Spittin fire That's right, holdin it down in the streets Fuck the industry bullshit Switchin up from sweatsuits and kicks, to gators and slacks Spittin nothin but pure facts, Plus I got my clip with me this time and we aimin at your head punk Ill Kid Records, New Milliennium duckets Snatchin the cheese from right under you rats noses {*samples*} (Ladies and gentlemen!) "You know and I know, I might drop a verse" "When the mic's within my reach, I don't mean to preach" "When the mic's within my reach..." (Ladies and gentlemen!) "When the mic's within my reach" "I'm nice like that" [Guru] Don't base my whole life on loot, but money sure helps I keep it tight like army boots, to ensure wealth I meet suckers everyday that rhyme, they say they rhyme Most of them, corny as hell, won't get paid a dime Alotta these punks, they all sound the same They all sound lame, fakin like they down with the game Against me they'll fail, I'm like the black Frankie Hale I leave 'em slumped, and they body dumped over the rail Show me respect, then cut me a fat check You little niggaz are like virgins, you haven't had ass yet Wet behind the ears while I been spittin darts for years Don't make me embarass you in front of your so-called peers Them fools gassed you in the first place, dirtface Cocksucker thought you had wins got suck in the worst place And that's when I, attack your fears Cuz I'm a real racketeer, get my money and bring it back here [Chorus] It's me little homey, Gangsta B Head Slick poppin off and it's thanks to me Have the check in the mail to the bank for me Flagrant chief, cuz that's how my behavior be It's me gettin stocks and bonds, runnin with lots of dons Don't buy the chain if you can't cop the charm Me and my peeps carry lots of arms Where's our money? Where's our money? {*samples*} (Ladies and gentlemen!) "You know and I know, I might drop a verse" "When the mic's within my reach, I don't mean to preach" "When the mic's within my reach..." (Ladies and gentlemen!) "When the mic's within my reach" "I'm nice like that" [Guru] For the dough, I'll lay you out with no remorse You'll get tossed, legs and limbs lost, just for tryna floss I don't give a fuck if you think you're the man You think I give a damn? You better think of a plan I come through, like gangbusters to bang and crush ya Cuz the fake cats that you hang with are suckas One phone call, death to you all Picture me scuffin up my new kicks or shoes in a brawl Any problem with the law, I'll beat the case for real Beat you in the face with steel, leave you so you can't taste or feel For the cash, I'll take you out and your whole staff Have you lookin funny as hell, but I won't laugh It's gettin overcrowded in this rap game, so I slap lames Who kick phony lip, with their wack names I'm so and so, I'm this and that You get dissed and smacked, while I counterfeit your stacks [Chorus] {*samples*} (Ladies and gentlemen!) "You know and I know, I might drop a verse" "When the mic's within my reach, I don't mean to preach" "When the mic's within my reach..." (Ladies and gentlemen!) "When the mic's within my reach" "I'm nice like that..."