DJ Slip - All for the Money lyrics

(Gyeah, now that's some of that real gangsta sh** Comin' from an original n***a from the Compton streets MC Eiht's in the motha f**in house, Gyeah And right about now, Half Ounce in the motha f**in house MC Eiht, DJ Slip my n***as on the run, Little Hawking Bird Gyeah) One more n***a on the run I just can't handle this, born in the land of the scandalous Thirteen years of age at the time Moms ain't kickin' in, I gots to get mine I loads up my strap, map out my plan Choose my victim, then mother f**in' stick him One more point that got scored for the hood Up to no damn good, understood Snaps is getting low so I gots to get some mo' Loads up the K, break out the back do' You know the routine, so punk fool, here we go Same bat channel, keep your motherf**ing hands up on the dash And gives up the cash One-times is making a move on my a** (Gyeah) But I ain't sweating it because ain't sh** funny Because it's all for the money [Hook] Gyeah I gots to get mine, so I'm a take yours I gots to get mine, so I'm a take yours Gyeah, Gyeah, Gyeah Just call me the come up kid, G 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, f** you You're coming up short when I ??? So when I hit your corner, you're gonna be a goner n***a duck when my nine starts to buck In it for the snaps so I'm crazy as f** I should be laying low cause one time is real hot Need to make a knot so I rush your spot And it's like that when I got the feelin' If you don't k** someone else does the k**ing 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 sh** funny Because it's all for the money [Hook] Uh oh, there goes another beep on the beeper One time sleep on the f**ing night creeper Trying to show stop on the sales Pull fake braids but I still gets paid Just say no? f** the TV Trying to push the sh** cause the weight is exceed See me for the blast, Five-oh fly in fast Mad cause I'm making more cash than they a** Now I lay low in the cut Label me the n***a with the f**ing gangsta strut Every hooptie got gold license plates My birds fly out throughout the f**ing states Now my other half is telling me I'd better quit But I ain't through in this sh**, 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)