[Intro]nTo everybody in the strugglenIf somebody ever told you that you couldn't do somethin'nAnd you still made it happennCongratulationsnSoul clap for all the independent womennSoul clap for all my homies straight thuggin'nClap for the real MCs buzzin'nWe the leaders of the new schoolnn[Verse 1]nMomma's in tha kitchen cookin' that ricenFather's outside shootin' them dicenBrother's in jail, raisin' hellnSister's on the corner sellin' fruit cocktailnFamily alcoholics still sippin' his boozenThat's why I'm rappin over rhythm n' bluesnTo all you rich black folks wit ya glistenin' jewelsnEntrepreneurs, all you millionare dudesnBefore you catch another case, limit your movesnJohnny Cochran got a brain tumor, I deliver the newsnWhat if mother nature aborted the skynWhen would we shoot our fireworks on the fourth of July?nWe can't afford to live, so abortions risenCan't afford the truth, so we told to lienCan't afford a funeral, 'cause the costs is highnGod damn, we can't even afford to die!nn[Chorus]nBut if you buyin' a house, I'll be your land lordnI'll finance you a car, that's if you can't affordnI'll own the jails, the banks, and all the propertynHere's a million, come on big shot, let's play Monopolynn[Verse 2]n'Cause when the rappers start grindin'nIt's a shame, a out-of-towner gotta sign themnBut when his album drop and he go diamondnEverybody beside himnEvery real artist need a real label to sign themnJust like every good man need a good woman behind themnIt ain't about havin' the baddest chick on the streetsnI respect the dude Nas 'cause he married Kelis, but stillnIf you ain't ready, just wanna be my fiancenThan we could do it like Jay Z and BeyoncenPardon my language, if you a real bitchnThan we could do it like Jada and Will SmithnCoincidence, where we come in to spin it atnWe in tha same place that we first got rich atnThey only gonna give us what they know they will get backnSo when you get money, don't you ever forget thatnn[Chorus]nn[Verse 3]nHe got a DVD flownThey need to give me man, Smack, his own TV shownThe voice of the jails, voice of the streetsnKay Slay's show should play seven days a weeknWe pull guns on each other, are we still peoples?nIf you strapped and I'm not strapped, we still equal?nThe say don't carry guns, 'cause guns real lethalnBut guns don't kill people, people kill peoplenMy cousin gotta do time, he say it ain't nuthin'nTold me, I could do the time standin' on my head, cousinnYo Paps, stay focused, you out hear bustin'nBy the time I come home, you gonna be somethin'nI wish I could do half his time for himnWe go in there thuggin', he do a year, I do a yearnThey run and concur it, but stillnIt's all about havin' money and property, truenThey'd rather see us doin' drugs and robberies, truenWe gotta flip that into the economy, younSo my philosophy's the way of the worldnLet's play Monopoly!nn[Outro]nYou gotta monopolize and strategizenSo we can get this moneynGet filthy richnThugacationnStreet SweapersnC'mon mannEast coast, pop a bottle wit y'allnWest coast, pop a bottle wit y'allnDown south, pop a bottle wit y'allnCount your blessings, you ain't promised tomorrow