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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? let's just 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 girls sell from jersey to carolina
Saw moms do it, she it as a minor
In poverty, expectancy is short
Kids rob spots, crack or play sports
In projects, single homes and techs
Islam, and welfare checks
I'm tryin to eat, pushin wide-bodied whip through the
My whole fleet is disquised as sheep
In society, the poor in america are
Untrained, starvin the children in israel
First jewel since men hebrew
Now niggaz drink brew, lucefer stew
Young e, eleven, got a three-fifty-seven
And said he sold drugs by day 'cause havin was heaven

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

[la the
Yo, keep eyein me, my life is like administer society
I'm old dog, many thugs think of tryin me
Sorry, I'm the lion in concrete safari
My niggaz been in and out of jail since
The street life is the life I know
Puff trees, v12, my medallion
And I'm gotti, but cats don't know me
My peoples run the on riker's and the coney
I keep the new fresh, planned clark's like
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 cats, niggaz incarcerated
All praises due to allah I made it

x2]

[la the
Yo, yo, yo, yo, as an adolestant, I grew up
With a for jewelry, clothes and metal weapons
Based on the streets, about cream and whip
Cells with the chip, big and big clips
A dime to strip and more bricks to flip
Ghetto novel, my lex shines like the
La songs, is a street aristotel
It's policticians, and christians
Kids who don't listen, on riker's
Life, can't cee-lo with two dice
And you go hell just to come out right
'cause we go hell just to come out right

x4]

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