Текст песни Shyheim a.k.a. The Rugged Child - One`s For the Money (clean video mix)
Shyheim a.k.a. The Rugged Child - One`s For the Money (clean video mix) слова песни
Chorus:One`s 4 da money, 2`s 4 da showIf you`re clockin mad dough let me hear ya say -- hoe!(repeat)One`s 4 da money cause you know that cash rulesand I`ma jack foolz til I`m rich like Scrooge McDuckand I don`t give a damn about da next manI rhyme solo but always represent my ClanWho real brothers who catch bodies in the broad dayPrepare for war cause it`s on my brotherIm loadin up my lyrical thoughts and I`ma slay yourAs soon as I spot the imitator I`ma let offAnd fill slang in his brain and then I`m gonnaCause it`s every man for himself like a game of keyholeAnd I got twenty one shots to unloadChorus 2XWho wanna battle I wreck a sucka brain like a hollow pointMC`s get terrified when I step in the jointIs it cause I be the dopest rhyme sayer Original with my flavor, this razor`s sharp like a saberI come strong like the tide from the oceanI gets props from the east and west coasts when I drop hits like females do their underwear I represent tray 6 pound days a yearI sware I knock a rappa teeth out If his lips get loose smack `em with my double dueceSo who will be the next example for me to trample I found `emNow let me begin to kill `em .... bloodedMy flow kept flowin so his mind got floodedRugged neva smooth is how I always keep it And if you really got clout come on let me hear ya speakChorus 3XIm on the track just like a match lights a fire at nightKeepin it smashed like an intoxic driverKing of the rap empire, I mean the whole entireSome brothers said that I got tooken out, dumb f`in liarsI stand my ground no matter who comes around pleaseMy flow is the soundwaves that make noise overseasPeep the stylez I free, Cause styles I freakTurn this mix up in your jeep so people hear it in the streetAnd pay attention to this rugged adolescentOr catch a buck 50 on your feet so in another sectionPart of your body cause my jams be slamminWell then ya throw your burners in the air at an Onyx partySmooth like picardi, but mellow like the HeinekenMy thoughts is wild you cant understand `em like africansI lick the shot chic-blaw for all my peoples restin....Chorus(fade)