Back when I was younger, very ambitous but often blinded by my hunger
Some say I dream to big, and my dream gon' take me under
Beneath the street of Gary, would I make it out I wonder

Could my obituary be the next they read amongst the
^!$$%s I came up with and fell victim to this dope game
Poverty stricken so our economy is cocaine

Extacy, !@(%, marihuana ain't no hope man
Absente fathers and dope fiend mamas got my hood turned out to the point
That a ^!$$% wanna go and get paid

Plus sittin on the bench I'm a go on to the next week til I'm goin' in my
Grave
Then I figured I could go make a living of the *** rhyme it was all in my

Mind
Everybody in the jeep with a *** studio never had a flow quite like mine
But along with the fame came a whole lot of hate from the hood, everyday I

Would fight
Mama can't sleep cause I'm way to deep in the streets, she would pray
Through the night

Every rhyme that I spit's real steep cause it's just another day in my
Life.
^!$$%s better keep a *** to my !@*^s, they be vegetables, they gonna

Respect the flow 'til I'm gone [?]

One for the money

Two for the mother (them other?) $#&@ing haters keep my name in game
I'm screamin $#&@ the world
I keep three bad (*##$es for all my ^!$$%s wave your fingers if you're

Feeling the same
I'm screamin $#&@ the world


One for the money
Two for them mother $#&@ing haters keep my name in game
I'm screamin $#&@ the world

I keep three bad (*##$es for all my ^!$$%s wave your fingers if you're
Feeling the same
I'm screamin $#&@ the world


Player haters $#&@'em
Reckord label $#&@'em

Radio $#&@'em

All my %#@! still be bumpin'

Never change my style for any of them I'm stricktly thuggin
Lotta ^!$$%s made a name of banging and hustling but really wasn't
I built my name with no features of expensive budget

Come from mine, cause I co-sign, can't coenside with the %#@! I'm bustin'
You see more fear in your pockets, start to see a reduction
See how true your crew is, never new they was frontin'

And I bet a ^!$$% told you, that whatever you go through, we got your back
'Til the end
When I came upon a deal, ^!$$%s that I never knew, I could blew, wanna come

Be my friends
Then the boy got dropped in the fridge, just chopped in the flesh, I was
Back on my own

Put a strap on my lap and the stash in the back, cause the fact I was
Rappin them stones
Got back to the rap cause it's all that I got in the mid west streets

'Neith my voice
I don't think another dude could do, so it don't seem like I ain't got no
Choice

Then the hoes gon' choose the dudes that come through, get them groovin and
Get that %#@! moist
^!$$%s ownin, I could run in them hoes, and never lovin them hoes, you be

In front of them hoes, I hear them *** them hoes

One for the money

Two for them mother $#&@ing haters keep my name in game
I'm screamin $#&@ the world
I keep three bad (*##$es for all my ^!$$%s wave your fingers if you're

Feeling the same
I'm screamin $#&@ the world


One for the money
Two for them mother $#&@ing haters keep my name in game
I'm screamin $#&@ the world

I keep three bad (*##$es for all my ^!$$%s wave your fingers if you're
Feeling the same
I'm screamin $#&@ the world

I'm GI thuggin, I'm Chi town thuggin, I'm Detroit thuggin, one time $#&@in

I'm NY thuggin, I'm Illadell thuggin, I'm DC thuggin, one time $#&@in¨
I'm Inglewood thuggin, I'm South Central thuggin, I'm O-town thuggin, one
Time $#&@in
I'm ATL thuggin, I'm Memphis T thuggin, I'm H-town thuggin, one time $#&@in


One for the money
Two for them mother $#&@ing haters keep my name in game
I'm screamin $#&@ the world
I keep three bad (*##$es for all my ^!$$%s wave your fingers if you're
Feeling the same

I'm screamin $#&@ the world