Ain't With Being Broke Lyrics

Chorus:
Money, OH Money
I ain't wit being broke
Got ta get my hands on some.
repeat.

Let my head stone croak
I ain't wit being broke
I'm tired of my mother bustin ass for other folk
gettin nowhere fast
while the hoe on the corner makin more money selling ass
I ain't wit this outfit
I gotta make some moves to buy t-jones some nice shit
bust my ass workin on a job all week
It don't even fuckin make ends meet
I worked down on main st
Lions in my stomach cause I ain't had nuttin eat
So how the fuck am I supposed to think
when I'm in a funky sweatsuit and still bitchin to meet
My ass is put and I'm booked non stop
Make the swap and go shop
I say this and say that and every other note
I ain't wit being broke

Chorus:
Money, OH Money
I ain't wit being broke
Got ta get my hands on some.
repeat.

Chorus: Bushwick

I was born in a cheap ass hospital
from the fifth ward stuck right in the middle
of a rock and a hard spot
before my dad got that ass I was already counted out
what a mutha fuckin pity
mama couldn't afford milk so we had to suck her titty
in the kitchen every night I'd see Geto Boys - Ain't With Being Broke - http://motolyrics.com/geto-boys/aint-with-being-broke-lyrics.html
rats and roaches eaten better me
there was no thanksgiving
they say I'm a fool for thanking god for living
but being broke ain't no mutha fuckin joke
back in 91 shit just ain't happenin bro
I never had a goddamned thing
christmas came and went without a choo choo train
in the geto gifts get stolen or lost
ain't no mutha fuckin santa claus

Chorus:
Money, OH Money
I ain't wit being broke
Got ta get my hands on some.
repeat.

let the glove shot sprang out
blow my goddamn brains out
If you been there you know what I'm talking about
getting nowhere is the top of my agenda
the easy way out is to jump out of a window
but thats a dope fiend move gone left
I'll kill you but not myself
I tried to do the right things major
but that didn't put no food on the table
went back to school to get my G.E.D.
but whose gonna hire a motherfucker like me
McDonalds don't fit
they work you like a dog plus they talk too much shit
without them dollar signs
it's living and dying at the same time
and you wonder why a brother sells dope
he ain't wit being broke

Chorus:
Money, OH Money
I ain't wit being broke
Got ta get my hands on some.
repeat.