Twenty Fifty Hundred

I never sold gems to the bums in the slums
Only robbed devils, made a few number runs

Brothers round my way they like to blabber at the gums
Just jealous cause I got it by the tons

Twenty fifty hundred, is how I count my bills
Then I take it slow because it runs into the mills

Brothers try to step to this but all they catch is chills
No frills, Puba pays the bills

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And that my love... was a look at Mike Ballard's "The Art of Everything Exhibition" with the soundtrack of Grand Puba Lyrics.

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