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[intro: la the darkman, (dj & puff)]
Yeah. yeah. one. two.
Yeah. yeah. yeah. (oh)
for another cat get his money.
Ya'nah'mean? let's just alone.
(havin money, money)
life. (havin money)

[la the
Yo, yo, is hard, so I dedicate to god
Mad sell coke, tryin not to starve
Young girls sell vagina jersey to carolina
Saw moms do it, she it as a minor
In poverty, expectancy is short
Kids rob spots, push crack or play
In projects, parents homes and techs
Islam, bass-heads and checks
I'm tryin to eat, pushin wide-bodied whip through the
My whole fleet is wolves disquised as
In society, the in america are miserable
Untrained, starvin the children in israel
jewel since men spoke hebrew
Now niggaz brew, guzzle lucefer stew
e, only eleven, got a three-fifty-seven
And said he sold drugs by day havin cream was heaven

[chorus x2: dj rogers &
What young do for money
What thugs do for money

[la the
Yo, niggaz keep eyein me, my life is like society
I'm old dog, many thugs think of tryin me
Sorry, I'm the lion in this concrete
My niggaz been in and out of since atari
The street life is the only I know
Puff trees, v12, my medallion
And I'm gotti, but cats don't know me
My peoples run the island on riker's and the
I keep the new fresh, clark's like tony
I'm married to my guns in holy
street raps, all the bullshit, you keep that
Rhyme for my niggaz on the corner that keep
Since cats, niggaz incarcerated
All praises due to allah I made it

x2]

[la the
Yo, yo, yo, yo, as an adolestant, I grew up
a lust for jewelry, clothes and metal weapons
Based on the streets, life cream and whip
Cells with the chip, big and big clips
A piece to strip and more bricks to flip
Ghetto novel, my lex like the apollo
La songs, is a street aristotel
policticians, catholics and christians
Kids who listen, on riker's pissin
Life, play cee-lo with two dice
And you go through just to come out right
we go through hell just to come out right

x4]

[outro: dj rogers &
Thugs that get that money (get money)
Don't let money you (don't let it change you)
(no, no, no, no) thugs that get that (ohhh)
Money, don't let change you (don't let it change you)
(ohh, no, no, let money change you)
(I'm you, don't let it change you)
(do you want the dollar? got to the money)
(uh, got to the money)
(ain't the problem...)