Sanoja: One.Be.Lo. Can't Get Enough.

(feat. Magestik Legend)

[Exerpt from "New Jack City":]
Beny Ahhhh spbshiiiiah
Nino Brown ahh ha benny look at ya now
Beny Nino Please!!
Nino Brown ahh dont start bitchin up now
Nino Brown you dont have my product and you dont have my money
Beny you gotta give me another chance Nino Please
Nino Brown look the brothaz dont wait to get paid
Nino Brown money talks bullshit runs the marathon, so seeya and i wouldnt wanna be ya
Beny No nahaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh Swoosh ahhhhhhh!! Plop


[Chorus: Hook]
Livin in the fast lane and cant slow down,
Some people cant get enuff of it
Even if ya' livin slow lane, Take ya chain,
Cuz they cant get enuff of it
F.B.I. smuggle crak to ya' city,
Cuz they cant get enuff of it
Got niggaz on the block everyday, All day,
Cuz they cant get enuff of it
Shorty in the club, Shaken ass for cash,
Cuz they cant get enuff of it
All up in the casino, Watch ya' luck run out,
Cuz you cant get enuff of it
The poor stay poor the rich keep gettin richer,
Cuz they cant get enuff of it
Blood stained brothers like able and cain,
Cuz they cant get enuff of it

[One Be Lo:]
Yo, They say moneys the root of all evil, It gota be wicked,
I seen million dollar preachers robbin church senior citizens,
A lota cats be buyin lotery tickets,
Somebody offer u a meal, You probably wit it,
Cut ya finger off, Suck a cock, Pose in a magazine,
Get some life insureance for your loved ones,
'An make it seem like a boat accident,
You know uncil sam be taxin it, Cash your shit, You dont know the half of it,
Its like roaches in the ashtray, Anyday can be your last day, But when u leave the cash stay,
Schools full of students, 'Cuz these students score wealth,
Got seven, Eight figures, But they cant afford health,
Soon as you meet your death soldier, This country sacerficed millions for the millions,
While your familys strapped for left overs, Checks in the mail, 'Cuz they cant get enuff of ya dollaz,
Hustles scheims and crimes is plotted, Some times (somtimes)
You gotta (you gotta)

[Magestik Legend:]
You gotta do what you gota do,
I cant judge you not me, I'm not you,
We got guys hidin tools in drive thrus,
Like gimme all the money; Oh yeah, 'And some frys too,
That same lootin, Makes e'm that big rolla,
Now he can hit the club an play some stip poker,
You know the girls on stage, Take it off for dollaz,
Tell they moms an dads they work as fashinshow models
Tell they boyfriends "I'm tryna work my ass thru college"
They go from dacin, To servin cats wit plates an condoms
And now they sellin crak too, But not as bad as them pusycats,
That push they crack where they moms live at,
They punch the gas and never be lookin back,
Tis' rumors splashed, 'And now they all fucked up,
Cause they moms cook crack.

[Chorus-Hook: Magestik Legend One Be Lo]

Livin in the fast lane and cant slow down,
Some people cant get enuff of it
(Cant get enuff of it)
Even if ya' livin slow lane, take ya chain,
Cuz they cant get enuff of it
(Cant get enuff of it)
The F.B.I. smuggle crak to ya' city,
Cuz they cant get enuff of it
(Cant get enuff of it)
Got niggaz on the block everyday, all day,
Cuz they cant get enuff of it
(Cant get enuff of it)
Shorty in the club, shaken ass for cash,
Cuz they cant get enuff of it
(Cant get enuff of it)
All up in the casino, watch ya' luck run out,
Cuz you cant get enuff of it
(Stop rite here!, you know the role)
The poor stay poor the rich keep gettin richer,
Cuz they cant get enuff of it
(Dont mess it up this time, Its for real baby, We bout to get it)
Blood stained brothers like able and cain,
Cuz they cant get enuff of it
(Aaight, aaight, Im bout to run in here, Hand me my mask)
(Yea here we go, Aiight aaight) Dooobdoodoo Doobdoodoo Doobdoodoo

[Magestik Legend:]
Its a Stick Up! Dont Fuck wit Me!
You touch that button you gon be floatin,
Just grab the keys, 'An get that money register open!,
Yes the gun is loaded, I aint pointin fingers inside a "Qoutes"!,
Niggaz is broke! You get this red right right through your throaht!,
Thats right had it over, 'An tell your boss, We run these streets,
Let somebody find out, We comin back ahunred deep!, (hunred deep niga)
Ayo i bust out the door wavin cash drawer,
Empty the money in the the bag,
Watch my back wit the four-four,
Niggas hardcore, We about to spurge at the hideout,
We laid low just to get away,
Then we swerve, 'An ride out (Ride Out!)

[One Be Lo:]
We Out
Lyrical escapades, Over the break, Burn rubber, Accelerate,
By any means like Malcom X would say,
"Time to celebrate", Soon i get a record deal and be extra paid,
First, i think ill buy an escalade, But no escape is what i didnt estimate,
This is bullshit, If my money aint on the table, Then im thru wit you labels,

[A&R:] You think its that easy?
[One Be Lo:] Im sayin, You think its that easy? I'm sittin her makin my music,
And not getin paid???
[A&R:] Ahhh but you havent recouped yet, I own you and your music, You signed
the contracts, Thats the deal

[One Be Lo:]
Yo, You realy wanna know the deal? (Whats that?)
These new jacks is getin lost in the shuffle,
Cuz they didnt know the game was a hustle,
But watchin all the card sharks aint the hard part,
The hard part is known how to play ya cards smart,
These greedy record labels make it so dam sickening,
Not only sign a wak MC, But sign they whole dam click,
Im tryin ta make a honset livin, From "Expression of Self",
These record labels only usin me to register wealth,
Promised to buy moms a house, (wha??) A large bank account,
If i criss-cross it over, Rock it inside and out,
Some rappers cant get enuff of it,
If you talkin bout a plush budget, They even do a song wit [Gunshot: few more]
Doobdoodoo Doobdoodo Doobdoodoodoodoodoo