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アーティスト:Ill Bill  アルバム:Early Years: Rare Demos '91-'94 

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I love everything about money You can be a millionaire and never pay taxes Rust, I got to bust to my destination I woke up late time from other transportations Trains and busses – public adorations so better turn But where I'm going to is a place where it really burns And burns my brain, my job, my occupation Another motherfucking source of frustration 4, 25$ an hour, leaves my mouth sour Minimum wages like I'm caged in the prison tower Tell you to take out another person flips They can't cope so they create their own economics With an Uzi some ammunition and a flat jacket Stick up kids, wanna be fat like Buddy Hacket And get props, ranks, thanks, power position A piece of paper with a picture of a dead politician So many times I've seen people play stupid for money And at the funeral it isn't


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