All For The Money Lyrics by 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 (repeat 2x)

    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 killing
    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 (repeat 2x)

    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 (repeat 6x)

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