Artist: Money B (Raw Fusion) Album: Keep Your Eyez on the Mealticket Song: Keep Your Eyez on the Mealticket Typed by: JPrince427@aol.com Money B speaking: It's time i'm lettin all you busters know you better ride to this here ya, this is one of them ones that had to get done if anybody get offended by what I'm sayin, I'm probably talkin bout you anyways but it ain't about that. it's about my dawg They can't kill you dawg, I won't let you die and I remember what you told me. you said: Chorus: The aim is to be major paid with game sharper than a mutherfuckin razorblade So keep your eyes on the mealticket (mealticket) so get your money nigga, let's get richer real quicker The aim is to be major paid with game sharper than a mutherfuckin razorblade So keep your eyes on the mealticket get your money hustler, let's get richer real quicker 1st verse: Got fools askin when I'm gonna do a song for my homey like my feelings ain't strong for my homey It didn't take long for my homie to start sewin it up throwing up the westside here, blowin it up A real rider, thugged out to the corner A lot of fools hated him cuz he was doin it hot You think I'm talkin bout you? you better check that tattoo On your chick thigh,fool Ride or die,fool Now all these fools wanna make a career of the next man's hits Ridin his tip, makin songs bout pac Sayin it's outta respect but if it's outta respect, Then give his momma the check cuz she made him and he sure made you you like humble (??), im watchin everything you do Come on dog, face it you know you cheatin If he was still here, you know you wouldnt be eatin but everybody thugged out, thug this, thug that Superthugs to the fullest, imagine that You one dimensional, claimin you the 2nd comin and its unintentional My homey, i wish you was here so you could see these lamers How these fake djs tryin to be in this game You know, your real loved ones miss you dawg When you fell, you took the west with you dawg for real Chorus You ain't knowin whats wrong now put your shirt back on Before Tha Outlawz see ya and you get your back blown Ridin to makaveli 3, 4, 5 and 6 with tattoos on they belly Ridin like they getting shot All these bad asses suckas he was talkin wit now that he passed, they kissin his ass Now, if this shit was the other way around You think my man Pac wouldn't still be tryin to clown Now tell me are you sincere for real Or maybe tryin to pick up West Coast record sales? Cuz uh, touchin them millions, my dawg was nice Even B.I. got turned out by thug life (babee) Now where the hell u think that stuff came from? Ya, act up if you want Makaveli tha Don, he was the greatest i know u hate it, but someone had to say it