G" Len (rapper) - For The Money lyrics

(Scratch: Slingin' yay) [G" LEN] Let me take you back in time, and tell you 'bout an OG homie of mine Who was brought up but got caught up in a world of crime Nicknamed Laniak, A.K.A. Shane Wheeler He wanted to be a big time caine dealer Way back in '81, we used to sock out fools, knock out fools Roll to the beach and drop out fools We was looney, I was puny, 'bout tall as Mickey Rooney But I was down to jack and I had my homie's back We used to kick it, me and Krickit, P-Bo, Laniak and Dre Bang Faded, off cognac and... Strollin' down Fig to Athens Park to go swimming Throwin' them parties at P-Bo house and chasin' all the women Big 'ak, was havin' lots of fun but he didn't have a thang So he started slingin' bud With my OG homie Bang, I guess he got tired of doin' capers No jackin', just stackin', Big 'Ak wanted paper [Chorus] For the money [G" LEN] He wanted money For the moolah [G" LEN] Yeah For the money (Dollar bill) [G" LEN] He wanted money For the moolah, y'all Hey (Slingin' yay) [G" LEN] Makin' money but he wanted cash for days He wanted more so him and Bang went seperate ways Time to come anew cause Big 'Ak wanted G's Had to get the sack from ?? Mickey D's Steady stackin' now they gats got it crackin', mackin' Sellin' crack and watchin' his back and always packin' a gat In a '66 rag, Chevrolet, front, back, side to side Around his fist is his flag with gold D's on his ride He's got the high pro blow, cause he got G's Bought some skee bos on the 'shaw and got me skeezed They flockin' and jockin' cause 'Ak is clockin' ?? rockin' He's got the basehead ?? cashin' big checks at the bank He's got it goin', cash flowin', stack growin' like a titty Comin' up in the city, livin' like Frank Nitty Always flossin', makin' fools catch straight vapors A hustlin' maniac, Laniak wanted paper [Chorus] For the money [G" LEN] He wanted cold cash money For the money [G" LEN] Yeah Dollar bill y'all [G" LEN] He wanted money (Slingin' yay) (Instrumental break) Uh, yeah [G" LEN] Fools catchin' vapors and it really doesn't matter He's climbin' up the ladder and his pockets gettin' fatter Workin' hour after hour slingin' yay, not flower He had a little power 'til the sh** went sour Went half on a bird with some n***a that was phony Phony fools ?threw a curb? cause he was plannin' to serve my homie That day Laniak had the homegirls over, ?Coco and Mo? Trippin' and sippin' on ?gin-gin?, puffin' on indo The homie Krickit fresh off work came to relax and kick back With Big 'Ak, the dopeman came with the sack Now they waitin' on fools, sittin' around lookin' silly Cause instead of nine thous' fool brought a nine milli And his brother, another n***a that helped him pull the trigger For the loot, and he played it cool, then the fool started shootin' A terrible way to meet your doom, bodies in each and every room A minute to pray, a second to die, another mother's gotta cry Fools made it look simple, shot 'em all in the temple L-I-P on a rival, no chance for survival Five people got caught up in the mix, straight domed I couldn't believe it 'til I saw them flicks Then uh, my eyes got filled with tears, my nose got worried Cause my ace ?boom coons? got smoked for some money... [Chorus] For the money [G" LEN] For the money For the moolah, yo [G" LEN] That moolah, you know what I'm sayin' Money, money, money, money [G" LEN] Damn... they wanted money For the moolah, y'all Laniak! (Slingin' yay) (Reporter #1) The mother of one of the young victims all said to be between the ages of 19 and 24 was consoled by friends as she left the area. Other neighbors cried when they learned of the murders (Reporter #2) Drugs were linked to the shooting d**hs of five people in a Southern California apartment (Reporter #3) All shot execution-style in the head [G" LEN] Peace to all my homies that got caught up in the mix that day The downlow right now, chillin' on the D-L Lane in peace homies, I'll never forget you dog...