G'yeah, now that's some of That real gangsta shit Comin' from an original nigga From the Compton streets MC Eiht's in the mothafuckin house, G'yeah And right about now, Half Ounce in the mothafuckin house MC Eiht, DJ Slip My niggas on the run, Little Hawking Bird G'yeah
One more nigga 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, then mothafuckin' stick him One more point that got scored for the hood Up to no damn good, understood? Snaps is getting 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 is making a move on my ass (G'yeah) But I ain't sweating it because ain't shit funny Because it's All For The Money
G'yeah I gots to get mine, so I'ma take yours I gots to get mine, so I'ma take yours G'yeah, G'yeah, G'yeah
Just call me the come up kid, G Hard times kicking 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 coming up short when I'm stomping So when I hit your corner, you're gonna be a goner Nigga 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 time is real hot Need to make a knot so I rush your spot And it's like that when I got the feelin' If you don't kill, somebody else does the killin' So when you hit the end of the road ain't no turning back I done signed a hood lifetime contract Jackin' and packin' cause ain't shit funny Because it's All For The Money
G'yeah I gots to get mine, so I'ma take yours I gots to get mine, so I'ma take yours G'yeah, G'yeah, G'yeah
Uh oh, there goes another beep on the beeper One time sleep on the fucking night creeper Trying to show stop on the sales Pull fake braids but I still gets paid Just say no? Fuck the TV Trying to push the shit 'cause the weight is exceeded See me for the blast, Five-oh fly in fast Mad cause I'm making more cash than they ass Now I lay low in the cut Label me the nigga with the fucking gangsta strut Every hooptie got gold license plates My birds fly out throughout the fucking states Now my other half is telling me I'd better quit But I ain't through in 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 (Repeat 6x)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
