"Fo Da Money" as written by and Raymond Riley....
Ah yes, tell me something
Were you about to make a decision?
Was it one of... THOSE decisions?
You know when you 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 little story
E-Roc, kick it

Pressure is gtetin' to my door
See, I need some food for my little boy's tummy
Pull 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 gage, yeah now my mission's on
Checked on my baby, good, he was sound asleep
'Cause money was my thought as I began to creep
Down the street the corner store was on my mind
Freeze! with the sound of clips was in my behind
I turned around but before I could pull my trigger
In they ass, on the ground lay another nigger
I was trippin', slippin' labeled as a dummy
But can ya blame me I did for da mo-ah-money

M-O-N N-E-Y
M-O-N
broke as a, broke as a broke as a sucka!
N-E-Y
M-O-N N-E-Y
M-O-N
broke as a, broke as a broke as a sucka!
N-E-Y
M-O-N N-E-Y
M-O-N
broke as a, broke as a broke as a sucka!
N-E-Y
M-O-N N-E-Y
M-O-N
broke as a, broke as a broke as a sucka!
N-E-Y

Black 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 slingin' rocks
For a brother this is something you can't beat
My cash is flowin', now I'm bringin' home the meat
I'm feelin' good sellin' crack to a fiend
They 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 place for a black man
Now it's a shame, but who's to blame
I gotta baby with a life and a future to gain
Yeah, the money

M-O-N N-E-Y
M-O-N
broke as a, broke as a broke as a sucka!
N-E-Y
M-O-N N-E-Y
M-O-N
broke as a, broke as a broke as a sucka!
N-E-Y
M-O-N N-E-Y
M-O-N
broke as a, broke as a broke as a sucka!
N-E-Y
M-O-N N-E-Y
M-O-N
broke as a, broke as a broke as a sucka!
N-E-Y
I need a minute

I remember the time when I was six
The American dream was everybody gets rich, huh
But yo
A fact for all to know
Fo' hundred years has passed and we still po'
He ain't my uncle, but Sam know what he's talkin' about
If ya 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 motherfucker
that robbed 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' ...
[bang! bang!]

I believe, You'll believe
We all goin' die someday
So die hustling for yourself
Or die hustling for millions of yo' people
The choice is yours
Choose your fate
You can get with this
Or you can get with that
We out

M-O-N N-E-Y
M-O-N
broke as a, broke as a broke as a sucka!
N-E-Y
M-O-N N-E-Y
M-O-N
broke as a, broke as a broke as a sucka!
N-E-Y
M-O-N N-E-Y
M-O-N
broke as a, broke as a broke as a sucka!
N-E-Y
M-O-N N-E-Y
M-O-N
broke as a, broke as a broke as a sucka!
N-E-Y


Lyrics submitted by robburns

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