[intro: la the darkman(dj rogers & puff)]
Yeah. yeah. one. two.
Yeah. yeah. yeah. (oh)
Time for another cat get his money.
Ya'nah'mean? let's just stroll alone.
(havin moneyhavin money)
Word life. (havin money)
[la the darkman]
Yoyolife is hardso I dedicate to god
Mad cats sell coketryin not to starve
Young girls sell vagina from jersey to carolina
Saw moms do itshe learned it as a minor
In povertylife expectancy is short
Kids rob spotspush crack or play sports
In projectssingle parents homes and techs
Islambass-heads and welfare checks
I'm tryin to eatpushin wide-bodied whip through the streets
My whole fleet is wolves disquised as sheep
In societythe poor in america are miserable
Untrainedstarvin like the children in israel
First jewel since men spoke hebrew
Now niggaz drink brewguzzle lucefer stew
Young eonly elevengot a three-fifty-seven
And said he sold drugs by day cuz havin cream was heaven
[chorus x2: dj rogers & puff]
What young thugs do for money
What young thugs do for money
[la the darkman]
Yoniggaz keep eyein memy life is like administer society
I'm old dogmany fake thugs think of tryin me
SorryI'm the lion in this concrete safari
My niggaz been in and out of jail since atari
The street life is the only life I know
Puff treesv12my medallion glow
And I'm always gottibut cats don't know me
My peoples run the island on riker's and the coney
I keep the new freshplanned clark's like tony
I'm married to my guns in holy matrimony
With street rapsall the bullshityou keep that
Rhyme for my niggaz on the corner that keep gats
Since school catsniggaz incarcerated
All praises due to allah cuz I made it
[chorus x2]
[la the darkman]
Yoyoyoyoas an adolestantI grew up stressin
With a lust for jewelryclothes and metal weapons
Based on the streetslife about cream and whip
Cells with the chipbig guns and big clips
A dime piece to strip and more bricks to flip
Ghetto novelmy lex shines like the apollo
La songsphilosphies is a street aristotel
It's policticianscatholics and christians
Kids who don't listenon riker's pissin
Lifecan't play cee-lo with two dice
And you go through hell just to come out right
Cuz we go through hell just to come out right
[chorus x4]
[outro: dj rogers & puff]
Thugs that get that money (get that money)
Don't let money change you (don't let it change you)
(nononono) thugs that get that money (ohhh)
Moneydon't let money change you (don't let it change you)
(ohhnonodon't let money change you)
(I'm tellin youdon't let it change you)
(do you want the dollar? got to have the money)
(uhgot to have the money)
(ain't worth the problem...)
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