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

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

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

[la the
Yo, niggaz keep eyein me, my life is like administer
I'm old dog, many fake thugs think of me
Sorry, I'm the lion in concrete safari
My been in and out of jail since atari
The street is the only life I know
Puff trees, v12, my glow
And I'm gotti, but cats don't know me
My peoples run the island on and the coney
I keep the new fresh, clark's like tony
I'm married to my in holy matrimony
With street raps, all the bullshit, you that
Rhyme for my niggaz on the that keep gats
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 the chip, big guns and big clips
A dime piece to strip and more to flip
Ghetto novel, my lex shines like the
La songs, philosphies is a aristotel
policticians, catholics and christians
Kids who listen, on riker's pissin
Life, can't play cee-lo two dice
And you go through hell just to come out
'cause we go through hell to come out right

x4]

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