Lyrics:

[Tracey Horton - Intro] (Rakim)La-da-da-dah, la-da-da-dahLa-da-da-dah, la-da-da-dah (Uh... yeah...)(This is for the haters... keep hatin'')La-da-da-dah, la-da-da-dahLa-da-da-dah, la-da-da-dah(It''s what we call money music, right here)(Uh, yeah, let''s go in)(Rakim - Verse 1ne)I perform in cities, hoods, and slums, the best seller is drugsAnd money is the only thing that get loveThey say don''t let it make you, but that''s how they rate youAnd the more you got, the more they hate you (That''s okay too!)Just don''t get in the way, ''cause at the end of the dayMy agenda''s make sure I get them ends to get paid (uh-huh)So I''m stackin grands till the math expandIt''s the man with the master planSince the Bambino, cash made my path cross with evilUno dos cinco on a crowded corner rollin'' c-loTo chips and the chick in the casino pourin Cliquot''Cause now I make music for the c-notesFrom New York to Puerto Rico, California to RioHit the streets like the kilo but I''m legalIt''s swga like I walk with heat though with all my peopleBut it''s just me and my alter ego(Chorus: Tracey Horton)I walk these streets, wit my mind on my planIt''s all right if you don''t understandI walk these streets, think like I got a gun in my hand''Cause hatin'' is the nature of man(Sometimes I wanna, stop the cameras, just pop the hammerBox the innocent bystander and his man up)I walk these streets, think like I got a gun in my handIt''s all right if you don''t understandJust stay outta my way(Maino - Verse 2wo)Mainooooo~!Yo, one for my comrades, two for my familyThree for the day that I run into my enemiesWe gon'' make a movie, the world gon'' remember meI survived it all dawg, what the hell you tellin'' me?I remember days when, I was young and aidinCuttin'' class, chasin ass, couldn''t pass grades andChillin'' on the block then, listenin to RakimBack of his album filled up with Killer BenSupreme Magnetic and I wasn''t athleticBut I ran around with the Tre-8 MagneticMoney on my mind, crack vials in my Levi''sBeen a dog since I had the cream colored Filas (Hahahah!)Yeah, yeah, we fly, seen it all with these eyesGunplay and drugs if you put my mind on rewindFast forward my life, ya boy done MADE IT!If I could do it over, I wouldn''t CHANGED IT!(Rakim - Verse 3hree)(Ay, good lookin'' out my dude)Aiyyo Maino, it''s the same ol'' same ol''Don''t matter if you in it for the fame or you lay lowHaters gon'' hate but, it''s okay though (Keep doin'' what you ddo)The angle is make sure the payroll stay swollBig faces, cake dough and di-nay-rosRubels, yen yang, euros and pesosSeven digit figures, tryna make more zay-rosSpray holes in whoever in the way so (Stay outta my way)While I count the next bundle (that''s right)''All means necessary,'' Malcolm X hustleA threat yet humble, about to flex muscleGet a big amount then I''m in and out the next jungle''Cause every other day, I''m in another stateIt''s like I cross the thin line between love and hateBut I gotta eat, gotta get another plateSo I''m on my cake walk for the cakeJust stay outta my way...(It''s what they do..)Just stay outta my way...