Coke Money Jones - Slaine, Easy Money, Chilla Jones

Ea$y Money, the track matador

But I don’t wave capes at bulls

To murder you lyrically I am cap-a-ble

'sup hater, I see how your face is screwed

How convenient — always been one to play with tools

See, I got the hammer, my squad is nuts

So you better bolt 'fore we wash a nigga up

My dogs I’m in the lab with, makin' wild classics

To pile mad chips, paper like a foul carrot

And to get it we bang-bang with the toaster

Bring ya man with you, aim flame, hit you both up

Main aim is to gain fame and get mo' bucks

Easy, Chilla, my man Slaine from the Coka

Rap dudes ain’t fuckin' with that

Make sure we spit that shit till the chips stack quicker

Mama you fly but I can’t kick back with ya

But you can hold Dick like you kidnapped Richard

Ea$y Money Helltown, and you don’t stop

Slaine reppin Roslindale, and you don’t quit

Chilla Jones Dorchester, and you don’t stop

Coke Money Jones, and we’re on our own shit

My habits are bad, my intentions are worse

They criticize my sentences, try to censor my verse

Cause I’m insensitive, they thought I was pensive at first

Like I was Asian, but I’m just more expensive to jerk

I’m feelin caged in like a lion trapped in a zoo

I’m not relyin on what other rappers happen to do

I stick both of my fists in glass, fuckin wrap 'em in glue

If I have to, leave you bleedin while we’re laughin at you

But if there ain’t a lotta violence then I don’t feel at home

Makin Money look Ea$y with enough Dope to Chilla Jones

The eyes of a hawk, heart of a lion, a killer’s dome

So many demons in my past, I ain’t never feel alone

I got my mind made up, it’s fightin in the level

That I took it since I put it on 'The White Man Is the Devil'

What you’re lookin at, you’re starin at a legend, poppy

It’s pretty obvious I got the city locked and you could never stop me

You are wild, Slaine, nowadays I’m a vowed name

I brainstorm, let the cloud rain

Ha, we set the standard for lyrical

Cause every 16 is plain nuts like planters original

Splittin hard, not the one to be pissin off

Listen, I got bars on lock like a prison guard

Are we feudin with beef, yo?

Knock at your door, pop in the four, put two in your peep hole

You wanna battle?

Stupid, I beast those

Now you in front of foul lines like you shootin a free throw

East Coast reppin, Beantown violator

I’m on point off top like a skyscraper

Annihilator, you can try, hater

Just push me, the Tec wet pussies like a vibrator

Slaine said body it, hit 'em with cocky shit

Now watch me spit more punches than a Rocky flick