The Coup - Fo Da Money Lyrics

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[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)

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[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*

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