- Votes:
- Composers:
- Darryl Cortez Ellis
- Ruben Locke
- Paul Richmond
- Aaron Bernard Tyler
- Tags:
- gangsta rap
- gangster - rap - hip hop
- the good old nineties rapshit
- we be chillin
- See also:
Mc Eiht - All for The Money lyrics
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 is kicking me, I gots to get mine
I load up my strap, map out my plan
Choose my victim, then motherfucker stick him
One more point that got scored for the
Up to no damn good, understood
Steps is getting low so I gots to get some more
Loads up the K, breaks out the back door
You know the routine, so run fool, here we go
Say back channel, keep your motherfucking hands up on the dash
And gives up the cash
One time is making a move on my ass
But I ain't sweating it 'cause ain't shit funny
Because it's all for the money
I gots to get mine, so I'm a take yours
I gots to get mine, so I'm a take yours
Just call me the come up kid
Hard times kicking it in the CPT
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 slang
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 nine so I rush your spot
And it's like that when I got the Philly
If you don't care someone else does the killingMc Eiht - All for The Money - http://motolyrics.com/mc-eiht/all-for-the-money-lyrics.html
So when you hit the end of the road ain't no turning back
I done signed a hood lifetime contract
Jacking and packing 'cause ain't shit funny
Because it's all for the money
I gots to get mine, so I'm a take yours
I gots to get mine, so I'm a take yours
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 exceed
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'm a take yours
I gots to get mine, so I'm a take yours
I gots to get mine, so I'm a take yours
I gots to get mine, so I'm a take yours
I gots to get mine, so I'm a take yours
I gots to get mine, so I'm a take yours