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[Intro: La the Darkman, (DJ Rogers & Puff)]
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Yeah. Yeah. One. Two.
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Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. (Oh)
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Time for another cat get his money.
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Ya'nah'mean? Let's just stroll alone.
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(Havin money, havin money)
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Word life. (Havin money)
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[La the Darkman]
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Yo, yo, life is hard, so I dedicate to God
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Mad cats sell coke, tryin not to starve
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Young girls sell vagina from Jersey to Carolina
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Saw moms do it, she learned it as a minor
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In poverty, life expectancy is short
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Kids rob spots, push crack or play sports
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In projects, single parents homes and techs
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Islam, bass-heads and welfare checks
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I'm tryin to eat, pushin wide-bodied whip through the streets
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My whole fleet is wolves disquised as sheep
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In society, the poor in America are miserable
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Untrained, starvin like the children in Israel
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First jewel since men spoke Hebrew
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Now niggaz drink brew, guzzle Lucefer stew
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Young E, only eleven, got a three-fifty-seven
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And said he sold drugs by day cuz havin cream was heaven
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[Chorus x2: DJ Rogers & Puff]
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What young thugs do for money
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What young thugs do for money
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[La the Darkman]
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Yo, niggaz keep eyein me, my life is like administer society
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I'm old dog, many fake thugs think of tryin me
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Sorry, I'm the lion in this concrete safari
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My Niggaz been in and out of jail since Atari
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The street life is the only life I know
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Puff trees, v12, my medallion glow
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And I'm always gotti, but cats don't know me
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My peoples run the island on Riker's and the Coney
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I keep the new fresh, planned Clark's like Tony
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I'm married to my guns in holy matrimony
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With street raps, all the bullshit, you keep that
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Rhyme for my niggaz on the corner that keep gats
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Since school cats, niggaz incarcerated
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All praises due to Allah cuz I made it
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[Chorus x2]
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[La the Darkman]
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Yo, yo, yo, yo, as an adolestant, I grew up stressin
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with a lust for jewelry, clothes and metal weapons
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Based on the streets, life about cream and whip
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Cells with the chip, big guns and big clips
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A dime piece to strip and more bricks to flip
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Ghetto novel, my lex shines like the Apollo
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La songs, philosphies is a street Aristotel
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It's policticians, catholics and christians
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Kids who don't listen, on Riker's pissin
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Life, can't play Cee-Lo with two dice
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And you go through Hell just to come out right
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Cuz we go through Hell just to come out right
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[Chorus x4]
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[Outro: DJ Rogers & Puff]
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Thugs that get that money (get that money)
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Don't let money change you (don't let it change you)
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(no, no, no, no) Thugs that get that money (ohhh)
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Money, don't let money change you (don't let it change you)
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(Ohh, no, no, don't let money change you)
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(I'm tellin you, don't let it change you)
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(Do you want the dollar? Got to have the money)
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(Uh, got to have the money)
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(Ain't worth the problem...)
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What Thugs Do
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| La the Darkman |
