featuring DJ Rogers Puff
[Intro: La the Darkman (DJ Rogers & Puff)]
Yeah. Yeah. One. Two.
Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. (Oh)
Time for another cat get his money.
Ya'nah'mean? Let's just stroll alone.
(Havin money havin money)
Word life. (Havin money)
[La the Darkman]
Yo yo life is hard so I dedicate to God
Mad cats sell coke tryin not to starve
Young girls sell vagina from Jersey to Carolina
Saw moms do it, she learned it as a minor
In poverty, life expectancy is short
Kids rob spots, push crack or play sports
In projects, single parents homes and techs
Islam, bass-heads and welfare checks
I'm tryin to eat, pushin wide-bodied whip through the streets
My whole fleet is wolves disquised as sheep
In society, the poor in America are miserable
Untrained, starvin like the children in Israel
First jewel since men spoke Hebrew
Now niggaz drink brew, guzzle Lucefer stew
Young E, only eleven, got a three-fifty-seven
And said he sold drugs by day cuz havin cream was heaven
[Chorus x2: DJ Rogers & Puff]
What young thugs do for money
What young thugs do for money
[La the Darkman]
Yo, niggaz keep eyein me, my life is like administer society
I'm old dog, many fake thugs think of tryin me
Sorry, I'm the lion in this concrete safari
My Niggaz been in and out of jail since Atari
The street life is the only life I know
Puff trees, v12, my medallion glow
And I'm always gotti, but cats don't know me
My peoples run the island on Riker's and the Coney
I keep the new fresh, planned Clark's like Tony
I'm married to my guns in holy matrimony
With street raps, all the bullshit,
