All For The Money Lyrics - Singles - 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 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 

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I gots to get mine, so I'm a take yours 

I gots to get mine, so I'm a take yours 

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 

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I gots to get mine, so I'm a take yours 

I gots to get mine, so I'm a take yours 

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 

I gots to get mine, so I'm a take yours 

I gots to get mine, so I'm a take yours 

I gots to get mine, so I'm a take yours 

I gots to get mine, so I'm a take yours 

I gots to get mine, so I'm a take yours