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PERFORMING ARTISTS
CMW
CMW
Performer
Willie Z
Willie Z
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
MC Eiht
MC Eiht
Composer
Paul Richmond
Paul Richmond
Composer
Ruben Locke
Ruben Locke
Composer
Darryl Ellis
Darryl Ellis
Composer
DJ Slip
DJ Slip
Arranger
William (Willie Z) Zimmerman
William (Willie Z) Zimmerman
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
MC Eiht
MC Eiht
Executive Producer
DJ Slip
DJ Slip
Producer
Josh Achzinger
Josh Achzinger
Assistant Engineer
Alan Yoshisda
Alan Yoshisda
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

One more nigga on the run I just can't handle this, born in the land of the scandalous Thirteen years of age at the time Moms is kicking me, I gots to get mine I load up my strap, map out my plan Choose my victim, then motherfucker stick him One more point that got scored for the Up to no damn good, understood Steps is getting low so I gots to get some more Loads up the K, breaks out the back door You know the routine, so run fool, here we go Say back channel, keep your motherfucking hands up on the dash And gives up the cash One time is making a move on my ass But I ain't sweating it 'cause ain't shit funny Because it's all for the money I gots to get mine, so I'm a take yours I gots to get mine, so I'm a take yours Just call me the come up kid Hard times kicking it in the CPT So that means I gotta do what I gotta do And if you ain't down with the hype, fuck you You're coming up short when I slang So when I hit your corner, you're gonna be a goner Nigga duck when my nine starts to buck In it for the snaps so I'm crazy as fuck I should be laying low 'cause one time is real hot Need to make a nine so I rush your spot And it's like that when I got the Philly If you don't care someone else does the killing So when you hit the end of the road ain't no turning back I done signed a hood lifetime contract Jacking and packing 'cause ain't shit funny Because it's all for the money I gots to get mine, so I'm a take yours I gots to get mine, so I'm a take yours Uh oh, there goes another beep on the beeper One time sleep on the fucking night creeper Trying to show stop on the sales Pull fake braids but I still gets paid Just say no? Fuck the TV Trying to push the shit 'cause the weight is exceed See me for the blast, Five-oh fly in fast Mad 'cause I'm making more cash than they ass Now I lay low in the cut Label me the nigga with the fucking gangsta strut Every hooptie got gold license plates My birds fly out throughout the fucking states Now my other half is telling me I'd better quit But I ain't through in this shit, so I guess this is it I'll be dead before I go out like a dummy Why's that, G? 'Cause it's all for the money I gots to get mine, so I'm a take yours I gots to get mine, so I'm a take yours I gots to get mine, so I'm a take yours I gots to get mine, so I'm a take yours I gots to get mine, so I'm a take yours I gots to get mine, so I'm a take yours
Writer(s): Darryl Cortez Ellis, Ruben Locke, Aaron B. Tyler, Paul Edward Richmond Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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