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*two gun shots*It's a story about two brothers, rob and vicGrew up in the world aloneGod forgot about them, hmmForced to fend for themselvesIn the rotten apples of new york cityThis story takes place, in 1993How many nigs did we get so far? I couldn't care to countJust snatch em up quickIf he scream, i'ma put him outI put the heat to his face to shut him upSo I can dig him outWent in his pockets and got the cash in some big amountsI looked him dead cold in his eyes, *blast* without carinIf money speak, that explain the voices I've been hearinYou ain't really have to kill himYo God he moved -- but I liedDamn, there's our sick stick-up turned homicideSo? that's the way our momma diedIs you with me i'ma slide[both]So we slid, had to get our gameplan togetherCause this little bit of stickup loot ain't lastin us foreverDesperate, on the edge with no place to goWe can't go back to the hood we stuck up everyone we knowChorus: *sung*For the love of money, people will rob from each otherFor the love of money, people will steal from their motherFor the love of money, people will kill their own brother..Now everytime I hear a fuckin siren, my heart skip a beatI'm paranoid, every face I see I think he after meSupposedlyWe was supposed to be gettin work from this large catBut since we know where he rest at -- we goin bogart!Son frontin so hardHeard he had a hundred g's alone on his gold cardHis crab wife showed me mad cash in her blouseShe said he the mad stash at the houseCouldn't pass up a jooks like this anydayAnywayOn our way there, I'm feelin bad vibesYo kid don't say thatThat's when we bumped headsWith vicks that we stuck from way back, up on atlanticThe way them niggaz lookin God they drivin mad franticYo don't panic, trust meWhat? I jump back and bust emShots through they windshield, they ain't wearin shieldHit the kid behind the steering wheel *car horn* it's the way I feelIn a state to kill I wanna watch him dieWait and chillWe got bigger fish to fry, two l's laterIn a bed-stuy elevator, got off the fifth floorWater hit the skull, ready kick the doorOff the hingesBust shots rightOnly thing I saw was a nigga four-fourHis gun jammedHe tried to run and, reach for a knifeShot him in the legSo think about your lifeAnd tell me where the loot's atHe said, I'll tell you just don't shoot black!With the sight of fear, dragged him down six flight of stairsTo the basement, and in someway, he had a trap door in the pavementSmacked him with the gun, kicked him out the wayHad to be at least 500 kNow hear come the bitch, talkin bout her share of the wealthSo we put her and the husband outAnd we went for selfChorusYo, we fuckin came off!WordThe plan was splendid'cept we got all this money, and can't even spend itShh, let's disappearYea yeaAnd be outta this placeSo much dirt and shit we did it's hard to show our faceSo we bounced out of town and went down to miamiCause most those cats we crabbed was like familyNow me and you beefin, nah it can't be trueIt all started when all we had was just me and youNow a whole different person is what I'm startin to see in you'member when we had the new lexWith the two techs, rollin to the duplex, drinkin stoutThinkin bout, what we gonna do next, we used to work tightHalf-assed cars, down to dirt bikesHopin everything will go right, with the snow whiteAnd in number spots that flow all nightUp to this day it was all tightMan, fuck that!You my little brother and we came out the same pussyBut i'ma kill you, you dummy, you fucked up my money!Nah, the money fucked you upTryin to say the money changed me? What you think, I'm your brother, you got a gun in my face seeWhat? ? !How can one tiny mistake, make you wannaerase meFuck that! you cut a side deal, that's why they raided the blockNow how the fuck I'm 'sposed to know the undercover was a copSon you been fuckin with them niggaz!Look just put down the gun and let this bullshit slideNigga I ain't puttin down shitI'm tellin you let's just chill manFuck that nigga!It don't gotta be this way manWhat nigga? it gotta be this way!It don't gotta be like this man!It gotta be nigga!Then go ahead and pull the trigger!!Think I won't? fuck you!You know you ain't gon' do it!Fuck you! *gun blasts*Chorus cont. with - don't let money change you.. - before fade

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