All For The Money
Lyrics
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 minefull lyrics...
Features Of This Song
hardcore rap attitudewest coast rap roots
gangsta rap attitude
violent lyrics
boastin' lyrics
explicit lyrics
a repetitive chorus
the use of chordal patterning
a slow moving bass line
use of electric pianos
subtle use of electric keys
electric guitars
a dry recording sound
radio friendly stylings
lyrics by a respected rap artist
These are just a few of the hundreds of attributes cataloged for this song by the Music Genome Project.
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I'll be dead before I go out like a dummy Publishers: MUSIC CORPORATION OF AMERICA, WORLDWIDE MUSIC AND MEDIA I gots to get mine, so I'm a take yours And gives up the cash I done signed a hood lifetime contract Say back channel, keep your motherfucking hands up on the dash And if you ain't down with the hype, fuck you But I ain't sweating it 'cause ain't shit funny Just say no? Fuck the TV I gots to get mine, so I'm a take yours Why's that, G? 'Cause it's all for the money I gots to get mine, so I'm a take yours I just can't handle this, born in the land of the scandalous Trying to show stop on the sales I gots to get mine, so I'm a take yours One time sleep on the fucking night creeper See me for the blast, Five-oh fly in fast You know the routine, so run fool, here we go Trying to push the shit 'cause the weight is exceed Now I lay low in the cut Because it's all for the money Hard times kicking it in the CPT Label me the nigga with the fucking gangsta strut So when you hit the end of the road ain't no turning back So when I hit your corner, you're gonna be a goner I gots to get mine, so I'm a take yours I gots to get mine, so I'm a take yours Songwriters: Darryl Cortez Ellis, Ruben Locke, Paul Richmond, Aaron Bernard Tyler Mad 'cause I'm making more cash than they ass Moms is kicking me, I gots to get mine One more point that got scored for the I gots to get mine, so I'm a take yours One time is making a move on my ass My birds fly out throughout the fucking states Need to make a nine so I rush your spot I load up my strap, map out my plan Uh oh, there goes another beep on the beeper I gots to get mine, so I'm a take yours Because it's all for the money Now my other half is telling me I'd better quit Every hooptie got gold license plates Loads up the K, breaks out the back door I should be laying low 'cause one time is real hot If you don't care someone else does the killing Thirteen years of age at the time In it for the snaps so I'm crazy as fuck Just call me the come up kid You're coming up short when I slang Steps is getting low so I gots to get some more But I ain't through in this shit, so I guess this is it I gots to get mine, so I'm a take yours One more nigga on the run So that means I gotta do what I gotta do I gots to get mine, so I'm a take yours Up to no damn good, understood Jacking and packing 'cause ain't shit funny Pull fake braids but I still gets paid Nigga duck when my nine starts to buck And it's like that when I got the Philly Choose my victim, then motherfucker stick him


