Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song All For The Money, artist - CMW - Compton's Most Wanted. Album song When We Wuz Bangin, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 22.01.2001
Record label: Bump Johnson
Song language: English
All For The Money |
One more nigga on the run |
I just can’t handle this, born in the land of the scandalous |
Thirteen years of age at the time |
Moms is kicking me, I gots to get mine |
I load up my strap, map out my plan |
Choose my victim, then motherfucker stick him |
One more point that got scored for the… |
Up to no damn good, understood |
Steps is getting low so I gots to get some more |
Loads up the K, breaks out the back door |
You know the routine, so run fool, here we go Say back channel, keep your motherfucking hands up on the dash |
And gives up the cash |
One time is making a move on my ass |
But I ain’t sweating it cause ain’t shit funny |
Because it’s all for the money |
I gots to get mine, so I’m a take yours (Repeat 2x) |
Just call me the come up kid |
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, fuck you |
You’re coming up short when I slang |
So when I hit your corner, you’re gonna be a goner |
Nigga duck when my nine starts to buck |
In it for the snaps so I’m crazy as fuck |
I should be laying low cause one time is real hot |
Need to make a nine so I rush your spot |
And it’s like that when I got the philly |
If you don’t care someone else does the killing |
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 shit funny |
Because it’s all for the money |
I gots to get mine, so I’m a take yours (Repeat 2x) |
Uh oh, there goes another beep on the beeper |
One time sleep on the fucking night creeper |
Trying to show stop on the sales |
Pull fake braids but I still gets paid |
Just say no? |
Fuck the TV |
Trying to push the shit cause the weight is exceed |
See me for the blast, Five-oh fly in fast |
Mad cause I’m making more cash than they ass |
Now I lay low in the cut |
Label me the nigga with the fucking gangsta strut |
Every hooptie got gold license plates |
my birds fly out throughout the fucking states |
Now my other half is telling me I’d better quit |
But I ain’t through in this shit, 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) |