All for the Money lyrics

[Intro]
G'yeah, now that's some of that real gangsta sh*t (Yes)
Comin' from an original n*gga from the Compton streets
MC Eiht's in the mothaf*ckin house, G'yeah
And right about now, Half Ounce in the motherf*ckin' house, G'yeah (He's dope, huh)
MC Eiht, DJ Slip
My n*ggas on the run (Aw sh*t)
Little Hawk and Bird (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
G'yeah (Put that sh*t down)

[Verse 1: MC Eiht]
One more n*gga on the run
I just can't handle this, born in the land of the scandalous
Thirteen years of age at the time
Moms ain't kickin' in, I gots to get mine
I loads up my strap, map out my plan
Choose my victim, then mothaf*ckin' stick him
One more point that got scored for the hood
Up to no damn good, understood?
Snaps is getting low so I gots to get some mo'
Loads up the K, break out the back do'
You know the routine, so punk fool, here we go
Same bat channel, keep your mothaf*ckin' hands up on the dash
And gives up the cash
One times is making a move on my ass (G'yeah)
But I ain't sweating it because ain't sh*t funny
Because it's All For The Money
[Hook]
G'yeah
I gots to get mine, so I'ma take yours
I gots to get mine, so I'ma take yours
G'yeah, G'yeah, G'yeah

[Verse 2: MC Eiht]
Just call me the come up kid, G
Hard times kicking it in the C-P-T
So that means I gotta do what I gotta do
And if you ain't down with The Hype, f*ck you
You're coming up short when I'm stomping
So when I hit your corner, you're gonna be a goner
n*gga duck when my nine starts to buck
In it for the snaps so I'm crazy as f*ck
I should be laying low cause one time is real hot
Need to make a knot so I rush your spot
And it's like that when I got the feelin'
If you don't kill, somebody else does the killin'
So when you hit the end of the road ain't no turning back
I done signed a hood lifetime contract
Jackin' and packin' cause ain't sh*t funny
Because it's All For The Money

[Hook]
G'yeah
I gots to get mine, so I'ma take yours
I gots to get mine, so I'ma take yours
G'yeah, G'yeah, G'yeah
[Verse 3: MC Eiht]
Uh oh, there goes another beep on the beeper
One time sleep on the f*cking night creeper
Trying to show stop on the sales
Pull fake braids but I still gets paid
Just say no? f*ck the TV
Trying to push the sh*t cause the weight is exceeded
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 n*gga with the f*cking gangsta strut
Every hooptie got gold license plates
My birds fly out throughout the f*cking states
Now my other half is telling me I'd better quit
But I ain't through in this sh*t, so I guess this is it
I'll be dead before I go out like a dummy
(Why's that, G?) Because it's All For The Money

[Bridge]
Geah, geah
That's how we puttin' down, y'know I sayin'? (Right)
Like I said before, y'know I sayin'?
We comin' wit real Compton gangsta groove
MC Eiht, DJ Slip
My n*ggas on the run, Little Hawking Bird
G'yeah
[Outro]
I gots to get mine, so I'ma take yours
I gots to get mine, so I'ma take yours
I gots to get mine, so I'ma take yours
I gots to get mine, so I'ma take yours
I gots to get mine, so I'ma take yours
I gots to get mine, so I'ma take yours