Yeah
Gangsta

Tell me all my children `fore I come through
Is the hood in the buildin`? Yes
You won`t believe what I`m dealin`, this West Coast s**t
Oh, what a feelin`, ahh

Ni**az think I`m drug dealin`
`Cause I rolled out with no muthaf**kin` sealin`, none
Is he worth a hundred million?
No need to ask Ice Cube how I`m livin`, I`m livin` loc

I still got the recipe
South Central LA is the pedigree
Don`t try to tell me what it better be
I have your ass up in physical therapy

I outlaw like a Cherokee
The rap industry tried to bury me
But if I die on a mike of a leraby
I`m so heavy you bitches couldn`t carry me

Get money, spend money, no money
Lookin` like a dummy, I really don`t give a f**k
Your money ain`t my f**kin` money
Got a pocket full of money, c`mon homie, throw it up

Get money, spend money, no money
Lookin` like a dummy, I really don`t give a f**k
Your money ain`t my f**kin` money
Got a pocket full of money, c`mon homie, throw it up

I don`t accept, no disrespect
Only thing I expect is self check
Just grin and bare it, got an ass whoopin`
That your ass don`t wanna inherit

Most rappers are parrots, they say what
They told to say to get a neck fool of carrots
Got your momma embarrassed
How long `fore they callin` us terrorists, ni**a, I`m serious

I keep it gangsta but I keeps a job
`Cause it`s hard to sleep when you steal and rob
And ya got to run , here comes the blob
`Cause Uncle Sam is like part of the Mobb

Break your self, he`ll take your wealth
Don`t get it twisted, you a muthaf**kin` elf
And Santa Clause will go for self
All you got is your balls and your health

Get money, spend money, no money
Lookin` like a dummy, I really don`t give a f**k
Your money ain`t my f**kin` money
Got a pocket full of money, c`mon homie, throw it up

Get money, spend money, no money
Lookin` like a dummy, I really don`t give a f**k
Your money ain`t my f**kin` money
Got a pocket full of money, c`mon homie, throw it up

Ni**az brag about what they got
But we don`t own a skyscraper, now that`s paper
One generation from slums
Happy for these little crumb, you little bums

We saw you pull up but ni**a shut up, shut up
You always talk about a f**kin` car or truck
You always talkin` `bout some f**kin` rims on terrier
That kinda s**t will keep an ass inferior

I`m tryna eat tomorrow, not tryin` to hear
`Bout the little bitty s**t you ball
Saw your little bitty house on Cribs
Where you f**k your wife and feed your kids

Ni**a be quiet, ain`t s**t private
Everythin` for sale, you can buy it
All this self snitchin`, all this self tellin`
Muthaf**kas goin` back to the watermelon

Get money, spend money, no money
Lookin` like a dummy, I really don`t give a f**k
Your money ain`t my f**kin` money
Got a pocket full of money, c`mon homie, throw it up

Get money, spend money, no money
Lookin` like a dummy, I really don`t give a f**k
Your money ain`t my f**kin` money
Got a pocket full of money, c`mon homie, throw it up

Get money, spend money, no money
Lookin` like a dummy, I really don`t give a f**k
Your money ain`t my f**kin` money
Got a pocket full of money, c`mon homie, throw it up

Get money, spend money, no money
Lookin` like a dummy, I really don`t give a f**k
Your money ain`t my f**kin` money
Got a pocket full of money, c`mon homie, throw it up