Letra da Música For The Money de 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, Peebo, Laniak and Dre Bang
Faded, off cognac and

Strollin' down Fig to Athens Park to go swimming
Throwin' them parties at Peebo 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

For the money
He wanted money
For the moolah
Yeah
For the money
(Dollar bill)
He wanted money
For the moolah, y'all
Hey
(Slingin' yay)

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' off rock and

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

For the money
He wanted money
For the moolah
Yeah
For the money
(Dollar bill)
He wanted money
For the moolah, y'all
Hey
(Slingin' yay)

Uh, yeah

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 shit went sour
Went half on a bird with some nigga 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 nigga 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 runny
Cause my ace? Boom coons? Got smoked for some money

For the money
He wanted money
For the moolah
Yeah
For the money
(Dollar bill)
He wanted money
For the moolah, y'all
Hey
(Slingin' yay)

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

Drugs were linked to the shooting deaths of five people in a
Southern California apartment
All shot execution-style in the head

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