DJ Chop Up - 2Pac - They Sell Out For The Money lyrics

[Hook: DJ Chop Up as 2Pac] They sell out for the money These motherf**ing b**hes, just turn snitch for some riches They sell out for the money These motherf**ing punks, just turn b**h for some bucks They sell out for the money These motherf**ing f*gs, they turn quick for some cash They sell out for the money They sell out for the money They sell out for the money [Verse 1: 2Pac] Here we go, turn it up, let's start From block to block we snatchin hearts and jackin marks And the punk police can't fade me, and maybe We can have peace someday, G But right now I got my mind set up Lookin down the barrel of my nine, get up Cause it's time to make the payback fat To my brothers on the block better stay strapped, black And accept no substitutes I bring truth to the youth tear the roof off the whole school Oh no, I won't turn the other cheek In case ya can't see us while we burn the other week Now we got a n***a smash, blast How long will it last 'til the po' gettin mo' cash Until then, raise up! Tell my young black males, blaze up! [Hook: DJ Chop Up as 2Pac] They sell out for the money These motherf**ing b**hes, just turn snitch for some riches They sell out for the money These motherf**ing punks, just turn b**h for some bucks They sell out for the money These motherf**ing f*gs, they turn quick for some cash They sell out for the money They sell out for the money They sell out for the money [Verse 2: 2Pac] To the sell-outs, livin it up One way or another you'll be givin it up, huh I guess cause I'm black born I'm supposed to say peace, sing songs, and get capped on But it's time for a new plan, BAM! I'll be swinging like a one man, clan Here we go, turn it up, don't stop To my homies on the block gettin dropped by cops I'm still around for ya Keepin my sound underground for ya And I'mma throw a change-up Quayle, like you never brought my name up Now my homies in the backstreets, the packed streets They feel me when they rollin in they fat jeeps This ain't just a rap song, a black song Tellin all my brothers, get they strap on [Hook: DJ Chop Up as 2Pac] They sell out for the money These motherf**ing b**hes, just turn snitch for some riches They sell out for the money These motherf**ing punks, just turn b**h for some bucks They sell out for the money These motherf**ing f*gs, they turn quick for some cash They sell out for the money They sell out for the money They sell out for the money [Verse 3: 2Pac] Will I quit, will I quit? They claim that I'm violent, but still I kick Representing, never give up on a good thing Wouldn't stop it if we could it's a hood thing And now I'm like a major threat Cause I remind you of the things you were made to forget Bring the noise, to all my boys Know the real from the bustas and the decoys And if ya hustle like a real G Pump ya fists if ya feel me, holler if ya hear me Learn to survive in the streets I make rhyme pay, others make crime pay Whatever it takes to live and stand Cause nobody else'll give a damn So we live like caged beasts Waitin for the day to let the rage free [Hook x2: DJ Chop Up as 2Pac] They sell out for the money These motherf**ing b**hes, just turn snitch for some riches They sell out for the money These motherf**ing punks, just turn b**h for some bucks They sell out for the money These motherf**ing f*gs, they turn quick for some cash They sell out for the money They sell out for the money