Coup - Fo Da Money Lyrics
[boots]Ahhhhhhh yesss, ah-hehTell me somethinWere you, about to make a decision?Was it, one of... those decisions?Ya know, when ya, gotta decide, betweenWhats good, for you, and whats good, for the struggleWell before you sellout, the coup wants to tell you a lil storyE-roc, kick it[e-roc]Pressure, is gettin to my domeSee, I need some food for my little boys tummyPulled up a chair just to think about my situationDont have a job, cause jackin is the occupation***** the system, you know that its all wrongI got my gauge, yeah now my missions onChecked on my baby, good he was sound asleepCause money was my thoughts as I began to creepDown the street the corner sto, was on my mindFreeze! with the sounds of clips was in my behindI turned around but befo I could pull my triggerIn they ass, on the ground, laid another niggaI was trippin, slippin labelled as a dummyBut 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 wouldnt surviveSo Im bustin my ass on this nine to fiveFlippin patties all day when the place is hotGettin paid peanuts, in the burger shopNow everybody wants to know the deal, is this brother realCan I feed my family off of a happy meal?I had to stop cause this shit aint for e-rocI threw down my time card and started slangin rocksFor a brother dis is somein you cant beatMy cash is flowin, now Im bringin home the meatIm feelin good sellin crack to a fiendDont give a ***** about his luck, ya know what I mean?People trip, but they dont understand thatA devils land, aint no black foe a black manNow 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 sixThe american dream was everybody gets, richBut yo, a fact for all to knowFour hundred years has passed, and we still poHe aint my uncle, but sam know what hes talkin aboutIf you wanna get paid, sell your people outBut not me Id rather do a crimeDeep in my rhyme; is it better for a black man to do time?To the red white and blue I dont give a *****Because I live and die, just to make a buckSo Im that mother-*****erThat rob his daddy, and threw his ass in the gutterAnd Im that foolThat sold his kids cocaine at schoolBut jacks an attorneySo ima do what I do, cause hes makin all the mother*****in...*gun shots*[boots]I believe.. truthfully, we all gonna die somedaySo, die hustlin for yourselfOr die hustlin for millions of your peopleThe choice is yours, choose your fateYou can get with this, or you can get with thatWe out*chorus*
