We're making cash; we're making money - any goddamn way that we can think.
We're pushing hard, we're taking over - burning anyone who's in our way.
Lets see what you got, lets see what you got man; we want it all
(all and all and all and all)
We're sleight of hand, we're smoke and mirrors; cheating, tricking, all along the way.
There's someone here, there's someone waiting to take over your place in this world.
Dead men walking in the shadow of the gun; you lose if you face it, you lose if you run.
Writer(s): Harold Seymore Paul Wood Iv
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