Fo Da Money Lyrics

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



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broke as a, broke as a broke as a sucka!

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broke as a, broke as a broke as a sucka!

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broke as a, broke as a broke as a sucka!

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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



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broke as a, broke as a broke as a sucka!

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broke as a, broke as a broke as a sucka!

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broke as a, broke as a broke as a sucka!

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broke as a, broke as a broke as a sucka!

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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



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broke as a, broke as a broke as a sucka!

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broke as a, broke as a broke as a sucka!

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broke as a, broke as a broke as a sucka!

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broke as a, broke as a broke as a sucka!

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