Get The Money Lyrics - Adrian Younge Presents Twelve Reasons To Die Ii - Ghostface Killah

Get the money, we out here to pillage and loot 

Crack safes, watch DeLucas' blood gettin' spilled 

You can't take over the truth behind the story 

Let Ghost legend live on in all its glory 

Yo, yo 

Get the money, they keep it tucked away in a safe 

In the back room bottom wine bottle with grapes 

Hit 'em where it hurts, they can't find shit cause they broke 

Snatch chains, wallets, bitches front row 

Tear the clubs up, all social events 

If a nigga act tense put a hole in his fence 

This ain't for fun but it's fun though 

I gotta run though, money ain't shit watch me burn a few hunndo 

Tear the DeLucas down like the legend of Tone Starks 

Tie bricks around his ankles, have him swimmin' with sharks 

Dynamite they safe, lookin' for heirlooms 

It's personal, I want the keys to the tombs 

Kids college funds, crack they foundation 

Connects to the banks and the police station 

I want those faces rolled, truth behind the legend 

Did it really go down, or it's just my obsession? 

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Get the money, we out here to pillage and loot 

Crack safes, watch DeLucas' blood gettin' spilled 

You can't take over the truth behind the story 

Let Ghost legend live on in all its glory 

Day dream of a rueger to the Lucas 'til the city is ours 

Money, power, and the powder I would murder with y'all 

In the name of King Kane "New York, New York!" 

The city of dreams, stained sidewalks, and Mac 10s, flex my fifth 

Search 'til it hurt, records from the retched abyss 

Murdered them, they scurred, reck him 'til he reckin' his shit 

If he alludin' his life worth losin' 

Kane said a record earned is a pot of gold 

Prize a loan, put a marble floor in my momma home 

Never need a loan, put the rest in the bank 

We a army, only thing we missin' a tank 

Couldn't harm me, keeper is my brother for the record 

I be crazy muthafucka, blood stains on my knuckles 

I'm a slugger, fist kill his brain 

Load up a weapon in the name of King Lester Kane 

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Get the money, we out here to pillage and loot 

Crack safes, watch DeLucas' blood gettin' spilled 

You can't take over the truth behind the story 

Let Ghost legend live on in all its glory 

Hey yo we crushed 'em, last spot left on the list 

Crack the safe and peeled out twelve sealed discs 

Lookin' Illmatic, wrapped up in a robe 

They were records, each one marked with a code 

It said "Do Not Play" in big bold letters 

The DeLucas pressed, stamped, engraved Vendetta 

I think we hit it, reservation of Ghostface 

Shoulda known they had that shit hidden at Tone's place 

Hit Logan sip chilled Don Maretta 

Big glasses of wine bringin' sharp chedda 

Get the vinyl to headquarters, asap codes 

And tell Lester we hit the mother of all loads 

Pagin' 911, meet back to the burghs 

They gon' want revenge on the squad and all that shit 

We crippled 'em, but they go deeper then white meat 

We got blood on our hands and war in the streets 

Get the money, we out here to pillage and loot 

Crack safes, watch DeLucas' blood gettin' spilled 

You can't take over the truth behind the story 

Let Ghost legend live on in all its glory