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Ah yes, tell me something Were you about to make a decision? Was it one of... THOSE decisions? You know when you gotta decide between what's good for you and what's good for the struggle Well before you sellout, The Coup wants to tell you a little story E-Roc, kick it Pressure is gtetin' to my door See, I need some food for my little boy's tummy Pull up a chair just to think about my situation Don't have a job 'Cause jackin' is the occupation Letras de cancionesFuck the system You know that it's all wrong I got my gage, yeah now my mission's on Checked on my baby, good, he was sound asleep 'Cause money was my thought as I began to creep Down the street the corner store was on my mind Freeze! with the sound of clips was in my behind I turned around but before I could pull my trigger In they ass, on the ground lay another nigger I was trippin', slippin' labeled as a dummy But can ya blame me I did for da mo-ah-money M-O-N N-E-Y M-O-N broke as a, broke as a broke as a sucka! N-E-Y M-O-N N-E-Y M-O-N broke as a, broke as a broke as a sucka! N-E-Y M-O-N N-E-Y M-O-N broke as a, broke as a broke as a sucka! N-E-Y M-O-N N-E-Y M-O-N broke as a, broke as a broke as a sucka! N-E-Y Black on the streets, I thought I wouldn't survive So I'm bustin' my ass on this nine to five Flippin' patties all day when the place is hot Gettin' paid peanuts in the burger shop Now everybody wants to know the deal, Is this brother real Can I feed my family off of a happy meal I had to stop, 'cause this shit ain't for E-Roc I threw down my time card, and started slingin' rocks For a brother this is something you can't beat My cash is flowin', now I'm bringin' home the meat I'm feelin' good sellin' crack to a fiend They don't give a fuck about his luck ya know what I mean People trip, but they don't understand That a devil's land ain't no place for a black man Now it's a shame, but who's to blame I gotta baby with a life and a future to gain Yeah, the money M-O-N N-E-Y M-O-N broke as a, broke as a broke as a sucka! N-E-Y M-O-N N-E-Y M-O-N broke as a, broke as a broke as a sucka! N-E-Y M-O-N N-E-Y M-O-N broke as a, broke as a broke as a sucka! N-E-Y M-O-N N-E-Y M-O-N broke as a, broke as a broke as a sucka! N-E-Y I need a minute I remember the time when I was six The American dream was everybody gets rich, huh But yo A fact for all to know Fo' hundred years has passed and we still po' He ain't my uncle, but Sam know what he's talkin' about If ya wanna get paid sell your people out But not me, I'd rather do a crime Deep in my rhyme, is it better for a black man to do time To the red, white, and blue, I don't give a fuck Because I live and die just to make a buck So I'm that motherfucker that robbed his daddy and threw his ass in the gutter And I'm that fool that sold his kids cocaine at school But Jack's an attorney So I'ma do what I do 'Cause he's makin' all the motherfuckin' ... [bang! bang!] I believe, You'll believe We all goin' die someday So die hustling for yourself Or die hustling for millions of yo' people The choice is yours Choose your fate You can get with this Or you can get with that We out M-O-N N-E-Y M-O-N broke as a, broke as a broke as a sucka! N-E-Y M-O-N N-E-Y M-O-N broke as a, broke as a broke as a sucka! N-E-Y M-O-N N-E-Y M-O-N broke as a, broke as a broke as a sucka! N-E-Y M-O-N N-E-Y M-O-N broke as a, broke as a broke as a sucka! N-E-Y From Letras Mania