Money
(专辑: Till Death Do Us Part - 2004)
Yo, I
got this plan to make some money I
want you to keep this shit to yourself At 6:15 a.m, the
truck pulls out of the
Post office on Lankershin and Wilsher Now it makes one stop before it goes to Sacramento Which is a
mail drop-off at First Federal Loan and Savings I
did whatever I
could to get by Slang dope, jack people, hands in the
sky When you living on the
edge, yeah homie it's a
high You get caught up in the
drama and eventually you die Living in a
hard world, some are living lies Son you better wise up and open up your eyes Shit it never easy homie people will connive Better have a
hustle, if you mean to survive Why you're so greedy, can you tell us all why? Look homie believe me you're fucking metal ply For the
dollar everybody is a
target that's real Talking is smog you're fate's signed and sealed You could be the
next one cross 'em in the
path What maybe if you do the
math you can avoid the
blood bath All the
money that we stole too weak to take greed Give it to an honest man the
money is still deep Dollar bill y'all Dollar bill y'all Dollar, dollar, dollar Dollar, dollar bill y'all Dollar bill y'all Dollar bill y'all Dollar, dollar, dollar Dollar, dollar bill y'all Dollar bill y'all Dollar bill y'all Dollar, dollar, dollar Dollar, dollar bill y'all Dollar bill y'all Dollar bill y'all Dollar, dollar, dollar Dollar, dollar bill y'all I
ain't got through all my life Fiend for the
mean green Never get enough is a
mother fucking gangsta dream For the
love on a
cash flow You could live fast and you could die slow Show where's the
can bet your ass you believe it 'Cause niggas that you know try hard to be scheming Work hard is fuck for everything to rock You a
dead mother fucker 'fore I
get got Fools got game floss and drop names My move's faster than a
runaway train Fuck the
world don't ask me for shit Catch you on your knees and you want some dick Spot a
gold nigga with a
hairline trigger Each root they make, their reputations get bigger For the
love of the
money, pussy, and drug Fools change and get all twisted up Dollar bill y'all Dollar bill y'all Dollar, dollar, dollar Dollar, dollar bill y'all Dollar bill y'all Dollar bill y'all Dollar, dollar, dollar Dollar, dollar bill y'all Dollar bill y'all Dollar bill y'all Dollar, dollar, dollar Dollar, dollar bill y'all Dollar bill y'all Dollar bill y'all Dollar, dollar, dollar Dollar, dollar bill y'all Only if ya better keep your eyes peeled 'Cause you were talking for jacks and that's real Whether you rap or do biz or drug deal Homie for the
dollar, you can get yourself killed He decided to jet it, could happen with no discussion Straps of all pain fools fucking erupting For the
green little papers jacking your neighbors But what if your neighbor put the
arms in his favor? Picked up the
heater to mash you punk bitches Don't wanna earn shit you wanna jack for the
riches Nothing in life's for free my nigga learn that You burn someone they might just burn back Scorching nigga to the
third degree Auh y'all trigger deserve to be Put out of you misery, you're history son When your body disappears, then the
mystery come Dollar bill y'all Dollar bill y'all Dollar, dollar, dollar Dollar, dollar bill y'all Dollar bill y'all Dollar bill y'all Dollar, dollar, dollar Dollar, dollar bill y'all Dollar bill y'all Dollar bill y'all Dollar, dollar, dollar Dollar, dollar bill y'all Dollar bill y'all Dollar bill y'all Dollar, dollar, dollar Dollar, dollar bill y'all