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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 stroll alone.
(havin money, money)
life. (havin money)

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

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

[la the
Yo, niggaz keep eyein me, my is like administer society
I'm old dog, many thugs think of tryin 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
trees, v12, my medallion glow
And I'm always gotti, but cats know me
My peoples run the island on riker's and the
I keep the new fresh, planned like tony
I'm to my guns in holy matrimony
With street raps, all the bullshit, you that
Rhyme for my niggaz on the corner keep gats
Since school cats, niggaz
All due to allah 'cause I made it

x2]

[la the
Yo, yo, yo, yo, as an adolestant, I up stressin
With a lust for jewelry, clothes and metal
Based on the streets, life about cream and
Cells with the chip, big guns and big
A dime piece to strip and more to flip
novel, my lex shines like the apollo
La songs, philosphies is a aristotel
policticians, catholics and christians
Kids who don't listen, on riker's
Life, play cee-lo with two dice
And you go through hell just to come out
'cause we go through just to come out right

x4]

[outro: dj rogers &
that get that money (get that money)
Don't let money change you (don't let it you)
(no, no, no, no) thugs that get money (ohhh)
Money, don't let change you (don't let it change you)
(ohh, no, no, don't let money 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...)