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(feat. Sleepy Brown) [Intro: Pimp C] UHH... Dedicated to all the underdogs, knahmtalkinbout? Muthafuckas told me I wasn't gon be shit... Told me I was gon be able to do this rap shit... Knahmtalkinbout? My own family talked down on me, knahmsayin? [Chorus:] You cain't let no bitch shatter yo' dreams... (My uncle told me I wasn't gon be shit) It might not be all bad as it first seems... (I used to walk around with a bag full of rappers) You might not have all the things you need, yeah-heh... (Motherfucker told me, a nigga from Texas couldn't make no record) But all you got to do is believe... I got to get my money-hey, yeah-eah... (Then after I made the record, muh'fuckers said they would never give us no respect) I got to get my money-hey, yeah-eah... (But now they tryna rap like us) You got to get yo' money-hey, yeah-eah... (Tryna be like us, tryna smell like us) (Knahmtalkinbout?) I got to get my money-hey, yeah-eah... - you got to get yo' money... (Check this out) [Pimp C:] Man I refuse to let the bitches take away my pride Them hoes can lock my body up, but they cain't lock my mind See I'm a young street flame, I got them fire eyes Letras de cancionesI mean that Eyes of Fire, the Tiger, the Black Pride I call some women bitches and I call some women whores A bitch a dirty boar, a hoe open up the pussy store Now what's the difference between the two? Man, I just told you that But that don't mean that every woman I know is down with that If you a bitch and wanna switch, it ain't too late to change It's all about how you carry yo'self and how you handle thangs Some say that hoes and pimps is born, I don't believe that shit Cause anytime you wanna stop, it ain't too late to quit Just cause you sold your body don't mean you a hoe for life I got to speak it right for all the one that paid the price But if ya in it to win it, go head and live the life But baby, if you ain't in it, you still can do it right (right... right...) [Chorus:] You cain't let no bitch shatter yo' dreams... (hmm...) It might not be all bad as it first seems... (hmm...) You might not have all the things you need, yeah-heh... But all you got to do is believe... I got to get my money-hey, yeah-eah... I got to get my money-hey, oh-ho... You got to get yo' money-hey, yeah-eah... I got to get my money-hey, yeah-eah... - you got to get yo' money... [Pimp C:] To all the babies havin babies on ya' own I know you feelin fucked up and feelin all alone I know ya people tellin you, "Ya fucked up your life" Ya only fucked up if you lay down and don't continue to fight - uh! And to the young nigga out there tryna sell dope I know ya family fucked up and it's your last rope In your heart, I know ya cold with this rhyme shit But ain't nuttin hap'nin but this twenty and this dime shit And you the daddy with lil' mama that's bout to have the baby You wanna own ya team but niggaz tellin you, "Ya crazy" "What you thankin? You too young to have a family" But all the moves ya makin, look like you a man to me! When you get caught up man them niggaz ain't gon ride witchu But get down with that girl and she gon keep it live witchu But she gon help ya put your money up and save somethin Cause right now ya run it, th'ew it back and you ain't made nuttin It's time to change sumthin... [Chorus] [Pimp C:] If you a ballplayer, man go 'head and play ball Don't let nobody steal your dream if you ain't came to fall I know they say, "It ain't enough room in the NBA" You tell them haters, "Save that bullshit for another day" If you a sanger, lil' mama go 'head and sang ya song Them hoes say, "You ain't gon make it", the funky bitch is wrong You ain't got to get butt-naked on stage in a thong Just sang your records to show the people you got it goin on I see a whole lotta motherfuckers come and go I know young niggas sold they soul for the dirty dough They want a rapper, I understand go 'head and chase ya dream But chase to hog it up, the lawyer end up like a fiend Some people gay, what can I say? The only judge is God But don't be shame and try to hide cause then you livin fraud Cause everythang done in the dark, gon' come to the light So do yo' thang, cause cain't no man tell you what's wrong or right Right, right, right, right... So do yo' thang, cause cain't no man tell you what's wrong or right ... (Uh!) From Letras Mania