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G'yeah, now that's some of that real gangsta shitComin' from an original nigga from the Compton streetsMC Eiht's in the mothafuckin house, G'yeahAnd right about now, Half Ounce in the mothafuckin houseMC Eiht, DJ SlipMy niggas on the run, Little Hawking BirdG'yeahOne more nigga on the runI just can't handle this, born in the land of the scandalousThirteen years of age at the timeMoms ain't kickin' in, I gots to get mineI loads up my strap, map out my planChoose my victim, then mothafuckin' stick himOne more point that got scored for the hoodUp 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 goSame bat channel, keep your mothafuckin' hands up on the dashAnd gives up the cashOne times is making a move on my ass (G'yeah)But I ain't sweating it because ain't shit funnyBecause it's All For The Money
G'yeahI gots to get mine, so I'ma take yoursI gots to get mine, so I'ma take yoursG'yeah, G'yeah, G'yeahJust call me the come up kid, GHard times kicking it in the C-P-TSo that means I gotta do what I gotta doAnd if you ain't down with The Hype, fuck youYou're coming up short when I'm stompingSo when I hit your corner, you're gonna be a gonerNigga duck when my nine starts to buckIn it for the snaps so I'm crazy as fuckI should be laying low cause one time is real hotNeed to make a knot so I rush your spotAnd 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 backI done signed a hood lifetime contractJackin' and packin' cause ain't shit funnyBecause it's All For The MoneyG'yeahI gots to get mine, so I'ma take yoursI gots to get mine, so I'ma take yoursG'yeah, G'yeah, G'yeah


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Uh oh, there goes another beep on the beeperOne time sleep on the fucking night creeperTrying to show stop on the salesPull fake braids but I still gets paidJust say no? Fuck the TVTrying to push the shit cause the weight is exceededSee me for the blast, Five-oh fly in fastMad cause I'm making more cash than they assNow I lay low in the cutLabel me the nigga with the fucking gangsta strutEvery hooptie got gold license platesMy birds fly out throughout the fucking statesNow my other half is telling me I'd better quitBut I ain't through in this shit, so I guess this is itI'll be dead before I go out like a dummy(Why's that, G?) Cause it's All For The MoneyI gots to get mine, so I'ma take yours (Repeat 6x)