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All for the money


MC Eiht Lyrics

 

All for the money Lyrics

All for the money by MC Eiht


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 motherf**ker 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 motherf**king 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 sh*t 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, f**k 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 f**k
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 sh*t 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 f**king night creeper
Trying to show stop on the sales
Pull fake braids but I still gets paid
Just say no? f**k the TV
Trying to push the sh*t 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 f**king gangsta strut
Every hooptie got gold license plates
my birds fly out throughout the f**king states
Now my other half is telling me I'd better quit
But I ain't through in this sh*t, 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)



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