Lyrics For Conejo's "For The Money Homie" Song From His "The Mixtape Classic" Mixtape.
Intro:
This Big C-Mack 11
West Side HPS
Yes, I'm Dropping That Funky Fresh Shit
Notorious Enemy Style
With My Boy Musica Asesina On The Wheels Of Steel
What Up Dog
You Know I Had To Do It
Keeping This Shit All The Way Classic For The Streets
You Feel Me?
Now Everyone Talking In The Back
Shut The Fuck Up
So I Can Go Ahead And Kick This Rhyme
Listen
Verse 1:
I Got Caine On My Mind
And A Stone Cold Heart
So What You Gonna Do
When The Hurricane Start
You In Sandman's Land
Bout To Put You To Sleep
This A Portrait Of A Convict
And It's About To Get Deep
Muthafuckers Know
Mics I Devour
But When I'm On The Streets
I Gotta Hustle For The Power
A Getaway Chase
It's Like A Need For Speed
They Found A Empty Car
With Some Bricks Of Weed
They Know I'm Working
And I'll Be There In The End
Three Dead Bodies
And The Media Attends
The Way We Work
Is The Way We Are
I Know It Sound Crazy
But It's Fuck The Law
C-Mack 11
Straight Posted On The Corner
All You Bitches Know
I'm A Bout To Get Over
Shout Out To The Ink
And The Rest Of The Fam
I Do This For The Dealers
And I Do This For The Gangs
Dialogue:
I'm Killing Every Muthafucking Beat
I Jump On Homie
But That's Just Me
That's What I Do
Young Trucos
Let Me Say No More
And Let Me Get Back To Business
Verse 2:
Call It Murder Case Music
You Relate To The Struggle
Do The Devil's Work
With The Halo Above You
Get Your Hands Dirty
So You Know What It Feel Like
I'm Coming At You Real
Up Under The Street Light
I Came Out Tonight
To Be Up In The Spot
No Matter Where You From
You Gotta Let This Ride
The Winters They Get Hot
The Summers They Get Cold
I Patrol The Fucking Block
Like I'm 15 Years Old
I Pump Blue Blood
Through My California Veins
Claiming That You Signed
But You Still Got No Fame
Man
This Is My Domain
Bout To Slay A Muthafucker
Like It Ain't No Thang
And My Only Award
Is The Most Wanted Poster
Ride Through The Zone
With My Fucking Revolver
Female Runners
They Know The Drill
Ese Bitches Do Whatever
For A Couple Of Bills
Outro:
Yeah We Know
It's All For The Money Homie
What Else Would It Be About
That's What We All Tryna Get
Know I'm Saying
Live It One Day At A Time
That's All I Can Do
Intro:
This Big C-Mack 11
West Side HPS
Yes, I'm Dropping That Funky Fresh Shit
Notorious Enemy Style
With My Boy Musica Asesina On The Wheels Of Steel
What Up Dog
You Know I Had To Do It
Keeping This Shit All The Way Classic For The Streets
You Feel Me?
Now Everyone Talking In The Back
Shut The Fuck Up
So I Can Go Ahead And Kick This Rhyme
Listen
Verse 1:
I Got Caine On My Mind
And A Stone Cold Heart
So What You Gonna Do
When The Hurricane Start
You In Sandman's Land
Bout To Put You To Sleep
This A Portrait Of A Convict
And It's About To Get Deep
Muthafuckers Know
Mics I Devour
But When I'm On The Streets
I Gotta Hustle For The Power
A Getaway Chase
It's Like A Need For Speed
They Found A Empty Car
With Some Bricks Of Weed
They Know I'm Working
And I'll Be There In The End
Three Dead Bodies
And The Media Attends
The Way We Work
Is The Way We Are
I Know It Sound Crazy
But It's Fuck The Law
C-Mack 11
Straight Posted On The Corner
All You Bitches Know
I'm A Bout To Get Over
Shout Out To The Ink
And The Rest Of The Fam
I Do This For The Dealers
And I Do This For The Gangs
Dialogue:
I'm Killing Every Muthafucking Beat
I Jump On Homie
But That's Just Me
That's What I Do
Young Trucos
Let Me Say No More
And Let Me Get Back To Business
Verse 2:
Call It Murder Case Music
You Relate To The Struggle
Do The Devil's Work
With The Halo Above You
Get Your Hands Dirty
So You Know What It Feel Like
I'm Coming At You Real
Up Under The Street Light
I Came Out Tonight
To Be Up In The Spot
No Matter Where You From
You Gotta Let This Ride
The Winters They Get Hot
The Summers They Get Cold
I Patrol The Fucking Block
Like I'm 15 Years Old
I Pump Blue Blood
Through My California Veins
Claiming That You Signed
But You Still Got No Fame
Man
This Is My Domain
Bout To Slay A Muthafucker
Like It Ain't No Thang
And My Only Award
Is The Most Wanted Poster
Ride Through The Zone
With My Fucking Revolver
Female Runners
They Know The Drill
Ese Bitches Do Whatever
For A Couple Of Bills
Outro:
Yeah We Know
It's All For The Money Homie
What Else Would It Be About
That's What We All Tryna Get
Know I'm Saying
Live It One Day At A Time
That's All I Can Do
classic!
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