Curren$y and Harry Fraud - The Great McCarthy

(McCarthy won't do his business with us)
(Everyone knows he's using powerboats to bring the stuff in)
(But no one knows how)
(He just doesn't want us racing with him, you know?)
(And if we do get in the race, it's a twenty-five thousand dollar ante)
(Winner take all)
(Let's get to it here, Izzy)
(Lewis McCarthy)
(Right, Lewis McCarthy)
(The dude is known as the Tintoretto of smugglers)

Yeah
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(La Musica de Harry Fraud)
Uh

Counterfeit narcotics, fake bodies, 600-SEL, I'm on bribers
About performance, never been corny
You can't deter me from it if I want it
Might not see eye to eye with my homies
I pray we live long enough to smoke on it
Got boats right behind where my home is
Rent buck motherfucker, I own shit
King Tut 500 with the gold trim
Get low, submarines in the ocean
That's a nice riff
Hootie and a blowfish
I only want to be with you, street value
Twelve keys with these motherfucking beats'll do
Got a view of the coral reef
Brought sand to the beach
Fucking all these other freaks
Too rich to sleep, motherfucker

So many cars, so many broads, so many walls
I'm living large
My backyard, a hundred yards
So many scars, but no awards and no applause
That ain't what I'm in it for
Where my money, dawg?

So many cars, so many broads, so many walls
I'm living large
My backyard, a hundred yards
So many scars, but no awards and no applause
That ain't what I'm in it for
Where my money, dawg? (So how fucking insane)

Yeah, yeah
(Like I always do)
(And I call your name)

Rule number one
Don't talk about me 'round your nigga
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
That's it, that's it, that's it
That's what that boy needed, man

Written by:
Rory William Quigley, Shante Scott Franklin

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