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Back when I was younger Very ambitious but often blinded by my hunger Some say I dream too big And my dream gon' take me under Beneath the streets of Gary Would I make it out I wonder Could my obituary be the next they read amongst the Niggas I came up with and fell victim to this dope game Poverty stricken so our economy is cocaine Ecstacy, heroin, marijuana ain't no hope man Absentee fathers and dope fiend mamas Got my hood turned out to the point that a nigga wanna go and get paid Fuck sittin' on the bench I'mma go on To the next lick til I'm goin' in my grave Then I figured after that I could make a livin' Off makin' words rhyme it was all in my mind Everybody in the G went to Finger Roll studio Nobody had a flow quite like mine But along with the fame came a whole lot of Hate from the hood, everyday I would fight Mama can't sleep cause I'm way to deep in the streets She would pray through the night Every rhyme that I spit's real shit Cause its just another day in my life Niggas better keep a vest test to my testicles They be vegetables, they gonna respect the flow 'til I'm gone Songtexte One for the money Two for the mother fuckin' haters keep my name in game I'm screamin' fuck the world I keep 3 bad bitches for all my niggas Wave your fingers if you're feeling the same I'm screamin' fuck the world One for the money Two for the mother fuckin' haters keep my name in game I'm screamin' fuck the world I keep three bad bitches for all my niggas wave your fingers if you're feeling the same I'm screamin' fuck the world Player haters fuck'em Record label fuck'em Radio fuck'em All my shit still be bumpin' Never change my style up for any of them I'm strictly thuggin' Lotta niggas made a name off banging And hustling but really wasn't I built my name with no features Or some expensive budget Go for mine cause a co-sign can't coincide with the shit I'm bustin You see more fear and your pockets start to see a reduction See how true your crew is, never new they was frontin' And I bet a nigga told you, that whatever You go through, we got your back 'til the end When I came upon a deal, niggas that I never knew I could blew, wanna come be my friends Then the boy got dropped and the friendship stopped In a flash I was back on my own Put a strap on my lap and the stash in the back Cause the fact I was wrappin them stones Got back to the rap cause its all that I got in the mid west streets be my voice I don't think another dude could do what I do So it seem like I ain't got no choice Then the hoes gon' choose the dudes that come through Get them groovin and get that shit moist Niggas knowin, I be runnin them hoes, and never lovin them hoes You be up under them hoes, I hit up buncha them hoes and I'm gone One for the money Two for the mother fuckin' haters keep my name in game I'm screamin' fuck the world I keep 3 bad bitches for all my niggas Wave your fingers if you're feeling the same I'm screamin' fuck the world One for the money Two for the mother fuckin' haters keep my name in game I'm screamin' fuck the world I keep three bad bitches for all my niggas wave your fingers if you're feeling the same I'm screamin' fuck the world Player haters fuck'em Record label fuck'em Radio fuck'em I'm GI thuggin', I'm Chi town thuggin' I'm Detroit thuggin', one time fuck'em I'm NY thuggin', I'm Illadelph thuggin' I'm DC thuggin', one time fuckin' I'm Inglewood thuggin', I'm South Central thuggin' I'm O-town thuggin', one time fuck'em I'm ATL thuggin' I'm Memphis T thuggin', I'm H-town thuggin', one time fuck'em One for the money Two for the mother fuckin' haters keep my name in game I'm screamin' fuck the world I keep 3 bad bitches for all my niggas Wave your fingers if you're feeling the same I'm screamin' fuck the world One for the money Two for the mother fuckin' haters keep my name in game I'm screamin' fuck the world I keep three bad bitches for all my niggas wave your fingers if you're feeling the same I'm screamin' fuck the world Player haters fuck'em Record label fuck'em Radio fuck'em Aus Songtexte Mania