Lyrics:

[Tracey Horton - Intro] (Rakim)**lf**La-da-da-dah, la-da-da-dah**lf**La-da-da-dah, la-da-da-dah (Uh... yeah...)**lf**(This is for the haters... keep hatin'')**lf**La-da-da-dah, la-da-da-dah**lf**La-da-da-dah, la-da-da-dah**lf**(It''s what we call money music, right here)**lf**(Uh, yeah, let''s go in)**lf****lf**(Rakim - Verse 1ne)**lf**I perform in cities, hoods, and slums, the best seller is drugs**lf**And money is the only thing that get love**lf**They say don''t let it make you, but that''s how they rate you**lf**And the more you got, the more they hate you (That''s okay too!)**lf**Just don''t get in the way, ''cause at the end of the day**lf**My agenda''s make sure I get them ends to get paid (uh-huh)**lf**So I''m stackin grands till the math expand**lf**It''s the man with the master plan**lf**Since the Bambino, cash made my path cross with evil**lf**Uno dos cinco on a crowded corner rollin'' c-lo**lf**To chips and the chick in the casino pourin Cliquot**lf**''Cause now I make music for the c-notes**lf**From New York to Puerto Rico, California to Rio**lf**Hit the streets like the kilo but I''m legal**lf**It''s swga like I walk with heat though with all my people**lf**But it''s just me and my alter ego**lf****lf**(Chorus: Tracey Horton)**lf**I walk these streets, wit my mind on my plan**lf**It''s all right if you don''t understand**lf**I walk these streets, think like I got a gun in my hand**lf**''Cause hatin'' is the nature of man**lf**(Sometimes I wanna, stop the cameras, just pop the hammer**lf**Box the innocent bystander and his man up)**lf**I walk these streets, think like I got a gun in my hand**lf**It''s all right if you don''t understand**lf**Just stay outta my way**lf****lf**(Maino - Verse 2wo)**lf**Mainooooo~!**lf**Yo, one for my comrades, two for my family**lf**Three for the day that I run into my enemies**lf**We gon'' make a movie, the world gon'' remember me**lf****lf**I survived it all dawg, what the hell you tellin'' me?**lf**I remember days when, I was young and aidin**lf**Cuttin'' class, chasin ass, couldn''t pass grades and**lf**Chillin'' on the block then, listenin to Rakim**lf**Back of his album filled up with Killer Ben**lf**Supreme Magnetic and I wasn''t athletic**lf**But I ran around with the Tre-8 Magnetic**lf**Money on my mind, crack vials in my Levi''s**lf**Been a dog since I had the cream colored Filas (Hahahah!)**lf**Yeah, yeah, we fly, seen it all with these eyes**lf**Gunplay and drugs if you put my mind on rewind**lf**Fast forward my life, ya boy done MADE IT!**lf**If I could do it over, I wouldn''t CHANGED IT!**lf****lf**(Rakim - Verse 3hree)**lf**(Ay, good lookin'' out my dude)**lf**Aiyyo Maino, it''s the same ol'' same ol''**lf**Don''t matter if you in it for the fame or you lay low**lf**Haters gon'' hate but, it''s okay though (Keep doin'' what you ddo)**lf**The angle is make sure the payroll stay swoll**lf**Big faces, cake dough and di-nay-ros**lf**Rubels, yen yang, euros and pesos**lf**Seven digit figures, tryna make more zay-ros**lf**Spray holes in whoever in the way so (Stay outta my way)**lf**While I count the next bundle (that''s right)**lf**''All means necessary,'' Malcolm X hustle**lf**A threat yet humble, about to flex muscle**lf**Get a big amount then I''m in and out the next jungle**lf**''Cause every other day, I''m in another state**lf**It''s like I cross the thin line between love and hate**lf**But I gotta eat, gotta get another plate**lf**So I''m on my cake walk for the cake**lf****lf**Just stay outta my way...**lf**(It''s what they do..)**lf**Just stay outta my way...