All for the Money

Yeah, now that's some of the real gangsta shit

Comin' form an original **** form the Compton streets

MC Eiht's in the mothafukin house, G'yeah

And right about now, Half Ounce in the mothafuckin house

MC Eiht, DJ slip

'My **** on the run, little Hawking Bird

Yeah

One more **** on the run

I just can't handle this, born in the land of the scandalous

Thirteen years of age at the time

Moms ain't kickin' in, I gots to get mine

I loads up my strap, map out my plan

Choose my victim, them mothafuckin' stick him

One more point that got scored for the hood

Up to no damn good, understood?

Snaps is gettin' low so I gots to get some mo'

Loads up the K, break out the back do'

You know the routine, so punk fool, here we go

Same bat channel, keep your mothafuckin' hands up on the dash

And gives up the cash

One times in making a move on my ass (Yeah)

But I ain't sweatin' it because ain't shit funny?

Because it's all for the Money

Yeah

I gots to get mine, so I'ma take yours

I gots to get mine, so I'ma take yours

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Just call me the come up kid, G

Hard times kickin' it in the C-P-T

So that means I gotta do what I gotta do

And if you ain't down with the Hype, fuck you

You're comin' up short when I'm stompin'

So when I hit your corner, you're gonna be a goner

**** duck when my nine starts to buck

In it for the snaps so I'm crazy as fuck

I should be laying low cause one times is real hot

Need to make a knot so I rush your spot

And it's like that when I got the feeling

If you don't kill, somebody else does the killin'

So when you hit the end of the road ain't no turnin' back

I done signed a hood lifetime contract

Jackin' and packin' cause ain't shit funny?

Because it's all for the money

Yeah

I gots to get mine, so I'ma take yours

I gots to get mine, so I'ma take yours

Yeah, yeah

Uh oh, there goes another beep on the beeper

One time sleep on the fuckin' night creeper

Tryin' to show stop on the sales

Pull fake braids but I still gets paid

Just say no, fuck the TV

Tryna push the shit cause the weight is exceeded

See me for the blast, Five-oh fly in fast

Mad cause I'm makin' more cash than they ass

Now I lay low in the cut

Label me the **** with the fuckin' gangsta strut

Every hooptie got gold license plates

My birds fly out throughout the fuckin' states

Now my other half is tellin' me I'd better quit

But I ain't doin' this shit, so I guess this is it

I'll be dead before I go out like a dummy

(Why's that, G?) Cause it's all for the money

I gots to get mine, so I'ma take yours

I gots to get mine, so I'ma take yours

I gots to get mine, so I'ma take yours

Yeah, yeah, come on, ****

I gots to get mine, so I'ma take yours

I gots to get mine, so I'ma take yours