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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gang Starr
Gang Starr
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chris Martin
Chris Martin
Composer
Keith Elam
Keith Elam
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ Premier
DJ Premier
Producer
Eddie Sancho
Eddie Sancho
Engineer
Tony Dawsey
Tony Dawsey
Mastering Engineer
Guru
Guru
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Take the money never have to run
Take the money never have to run
Take the money never have to run
Here's how it goes
[Verse 2]
All for the cash, man, ****'ll be ready to blast, man
Mad hoes, I'll be quick to give up the ass, man
Traitors, they'll be robbing your stash, man
Don't wanna end up like the last man
[Verse 3]
If the price is right, **** can get trife all right
They plot and they scheme, all day and all night
And they might even get elaborate enough
To plan the illest kind of crime, fuck the average stuff
[Verse 4]
Like this chick who was kickin' it, with this baller
Pretendin' that she loved him, only really loved dollars
Holla'd at his man so they could rendezvous
Said to his man, forget him, I'm fond of you
[Verse 5]
So after the screw, she put him down with her plan
The utmost betrayal, this ****'s down with her man
But the sex changed everything, they conspired to snake him
Talked about the best time, and best way, they could take him
[Verse 6]
While in bed, she told him just where her man kept his dough
She said, yo, tonight he's 'bout to cop some blow
And I know there's at least fifty grand to show
Bring a gat, wear a mask, and come through the window
[Verse 7]
I'll leave it open for you, he won't ever know
So run in, grab the money, later on you and I can flow
If we do this shit right, he won't fight
Break out with the cash and stay your ass out of sight
[Verse 8]
So the **** sat back but little did he know
He was about to ruin his life over a silly ho
And really though, the whole shit went wrong
'Cause when he came though the window and pulled out it was on
[Verse 9]
Money they was gon' rob was high on some shit
Dukes with the mask told him, run your shit
He said, fuck that shit, so they tussled and shit
Then blaow, the burner spit, and the chick's man got hit
[Verse 10]
He died, his man had no loyalty, she's locked up as an accessory
His man's doin' life, what a tragedy
[Verse 11]
All for the cash, man
Never have to run
Written by: Chris Martin, Keith Elam
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