| 歌曲 | Fo 'Da Money |
| 歌手 | The Coup |
| 专辑 | Kill My Landlord |
| 作词 : Davis, Riley | |
| Ahhhhhhh yesss, ah-heh | |
| Tell me somethin | |
| Were you, about to make a decision? | |
| Was it, one of... those decisions? | |
| Ya know, when ya, 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 lil' story | |
| E-roc, kick it | |
| [e-roc] | |
| Pressure, is gettin to my dome | |
| See, i need some food for my little boy's tummy | |
| Pulled up a chair just to think about my situation | |
| Don't have a job, cause jackin is the occupation | |
| Fuck the system, you know that it's all wrong | |
| I got my gauge, yeah now my mission's on | |
| Checked on my baby, good he was sound asleep | |
| Cause money was my thoughts as i began to creep | |
| Down the street the corner sto', was on my mind | |
| Freeze! with the sounds of clips was in my behind | |
| I turned around but befo' i could pull my trigger | |
| In they ass, on the ground, laid another nigga | |
| I was trippin, slippin labelled as a dummy | |
| But can you blame me, i did it for da mo-ah-money | |
| *chorus* | |
| M-o-n, n-e-y (repeat 2x) | |
| Broke as a; broke as a sucka! | |
| (repeat all 4x) | |
| [e-roc] | |
| Back 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 slangin rocks | |
| For a brother dis is some'in you can't beat | |
| My cash is flowin, now i'm bringin home the meat | |
| I'm feelin good sellin crack to a fiend | |
| 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 black foe a black man | |
| Now it's a shame, but who's to blame? | |
| I got a baby with a life and no future to gain, yeah the money | |
| *chorus* | |
| [e-roc] | |
| I remember the time when i was six | |
| The american dream was everybody gets, rich | |
| But yo, a fact for all to know | |
| Four hundred years has passed, and we still po' | |
| He ain't my uncle, but sam know what he's talkin about | |
| If you 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 mother-fucker | |
| That rob 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... | |
| *gun shots* | |
| [boots] | |
| I believe.. truthfully, we all gonna die someday | |
| So, die hustlin for yourself | |
| Or die hustlin for millions of your people | |
| The choice is yours, choose your fate | |
| You can get with this, or you can get with that | |
| We out | |
| *chorus* |
| zuò cí : Davis, Riley | |
| Ahhhhhhh yesss, ahheh | |
| Tell me somethin | |
| Were you, about to make a decision? | |
| Was it, one of... those decisions? | |
| Ya know, when ya, 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 lil' story | |
| Eroc, kick it | |
| eroc | |
| Pressure, is gettin to my dome | |
| See, i need some food for my little boy' s tummy | |
| Pulled up a chair just to think about my situation | |
| Don' t have a job, cause jackin is the occupation | |
| Fuck the system, you know that it' s all wrong | |
| I got my gauge, yeah now my mission' s on | |
| Checked on my baby, good he was sound asleep | |
| Cause money was my thoughts as i began to creep | |
| Down the street the corner sto', was on my mind | |
| Freeze! with the sounds of clips was in my behind | |
| I turned around but befo' i could pull my trigger | |
| In they ass, on the ground, laid another nigga | |
| I was trippin, slippin labelled as a dummy | |
| But can you blame me, i did it for da moahmoney | |
| chorus | |
| Mon, ney repeat 2x | |
| Broke as a broke as a sucka! | |
| repeat all 4x | |
| eroc | |
| Back 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 eroc | |
| I threw down my time card and started slangin rocks | |
| For a brother dis is some' in you can' t beat | |
| My cash is flowin, now i' m bringin home the meat | |
| I' m feelin good sellin crack to a fiend | |
| 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 black foe a black man | |
| Now it' s a shame, but who' s to blame? | |
| I got a baby with a life and no future to gain, yeah the money | |
| chorus | |
| eroc | |
| I remember the time when i was six | |
| The american dream was everybody gets, rich | |
| But yo, a fact for all to know | |
| Four hundred years has passed, and we still po' | |
| He ain' t my uncle, but sam know what he' s talkin about | |
| If you 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 rob 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... | |
| gun shots | |
| boots | |
| I believe.. truthfully, we all gonna die someday | |
| So, die hustlin for yourself | |
| Or die hustlin for millions of your people | |
| The choice is yours, choose your fate | |
| You can get with this, or you can get with that | |
| We out | |
| chorus |