Fo Da Money Lyrics - Singles - The Coup

[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 

what's good, for you, and what's 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 boy's tummy 

Pulled up a chair just to think about my situation 

Don't have a job, cause jackin is the occupation 

FUCK THE SYSTEM, you know that it's all wrong 

I got my gauge, yeah now my mission's 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 (repeat 2X) 

Broke as a; broke as a sucka! 

(repeat all 4X) 

[E-Roc] 

Back on the streets I thought I wouldn't survive 

So I'm 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 ain't for E-Roc 

I threw down my time card and started slangin rocks 

For a brother dis is some'in you can't beat 

My cash is flowin, now I'm bringin home the meat 

I'm feelin good sellin crack to a fiend 

Don't give a fuck about his luck, ya know what I mean? 

People trip, but they don't understand that 

a devil's land, ain't no black foe a black man 

Now it's a shame, but who's 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 ain't my Uncle, but Sam know what he's talkin about 

If you wanna get paid, sell your people out 

But not me I'd 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 don't give a fuck 

Because I live and die, just to make a buck 

So I'm that mother-fucker 

That rob his daddy, and threw his ass in the gutter 

And I'm that fool 

that sold his kids cocaine at school 

But Jack's an attorney 

So I'ma do what I do, cause he's 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*