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Coup (The) - "Fo da Money"
Lyrics to Fo da Money : [Boots] Ahhhhhhh yesss, ah-heh Tell me somethin Were you, about to make a decision' Was it, one of... THOSE decisions' Ya know, when ya, gotta decide, between whats good, for you, and whats good, for the struggle Well before you sellout, The Coup wants to tell you a lil story E-Roc, kick it [E-Roc] Pressure, is gettin to my dome See, I need some food for my little boys tummy Pulled up a chair just to think about my situation Dont have a job, cause jackin is the occupation FUCK THE SYSTEM, you know that its all wrong I got my gauge, yeah now my missions on Checked on my baby, good he was sound asleep Cause money was my thoughts as I began to creep down the street the corner sto, was on my mind Freeze! with the sounds of clips was in my behind I turned around but befo I could pull my trigger in they ass, on the ground, laid another nigga I was trippin, slippin labelled as a dummy But can you blame me, I did it for da mo-ah-money [chorus] M-O-N, N-E-Y [x2] Broke as a; broke as a sucka! [all x4] [E-Roc] Back on the streets I thought I wouldnt survive So Im bustin my ass on this nine to five Flippin patties all day when the place is hot Gettin paid peanuts, in the burger shop Now everybody wants to know the deal, is this brother real can I feed my family off of a Happy Meal' I had to stop cause this shit aint for E-Roc I threw down my time card and started slangin rocks For a brother dis is somein you cant beat My cash is flowin, now Im bringin home the meat Im feelin good sellin crack to a fiend Dont give a fuck about his luck, ya know what I mean' People trip, but they dont understand that a devils land, aint no black foe a black man Now its a shame, but whos to blame' I got a baby with a life and no future to gain, yeah the money [chorus] [E-Roc] I remember the time when I was six The American Dream was everybody gets, rich But yo, a fact for all to know Four hundred years has passed, and we still po He aint my Uncle, but Sam know what hes talkin about If you wanna get paid, sell your people out But not me Id rather do a crime Deep in my rhyme; is it better for a black man to do time' To the red white and blue I dont give a fuck Because I live and die, just to make a buck So Im that mother-fucker That rob his daddy, and threw his ass in the gutter And Im that fool that sold his kids cocaine at school But Jacks an attorney So Ima do what I do, cause hes makin all the motherfuckin... [gun shots] [Boots] I believe.. truthfully, we all gonna die someday So, die hustlin for yourself or die hustlin for millions of your people The choice is yours, choose your fate You can get with this, or you can get with that We out [chorus] [ Fo da Money Lyrics ]
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