Shyheim

Shyheim - One's For The Money (Clean Video Mix) lyrics

[Chorus:]

One's 4 da money, 2's 4 da show

If you're clockin mad dough let me hear ya say - hoe!

[repeat]

One's 4 da money cause you know that cash rules

and I'ma jack foolz til I'm rich like Scrooge McDuck

and I don't give a damn about da next man

I rhyme solo but always represent my Clan

Who real brothers who catch bodies in the broad day

Prepare for war cause it's on my brother

Im loadin up my lyrical thoughts and I'ma slay your

As soon as I spot the imitator I'ma let off

And fill slang in his brain and then I'm gonna

Cause it's every man for himself like a game of keyhole

And I got twenty one shots to unload

[Chorus x2]

Who wanna battle I wreck a sucka brain like a hollow point

MC's get terrified when I step in the joint

Is it cause I be the dopest rhyme sayer

Original with my flavor, this razor's sharp like a saber

I come strong like the tide from the ocean

I gets props from the east and west coasts when

I drop hits like females do their underwear

I represent tray 6 pound days a year

I sware I knock a rappa teeth out

If his lips get loose smack 'em with my double duece

So who will be the next example for me to trample I found 'em

Now let me begin to kill 'em .... blooded

My flow kept flowin so his mind got flooded

Rugged neva smooth is how I always keep it

And if you really got clout come on let me hear ya speak

[Chorus x3]

Im on the track just like a match lights a fire at night

Keepin it smashed like an intoxic driver

King of the rap empire, I mean the whole entire

Some brothers said that I got tooken out, dumb f'in liars

I stand my ground no matter who comes around please

My flow is the soundwaves that make noise overseas

Peep the stylez I free, Cause styles I freak

Turn this mix up in your jeep so people hear it in the street

And pay attention to this rugged adolescent

Or catch a buck 50 on your feet so in another section

Part of your body cause my jams be slammin

Well then ya throw your burners in the air at an Onyx party

Smooth like picardi, but mellow like the Heineken

My thoughts is wild you cant understand 'em like africans

I lick the shot chic-blaw for all my peoples restin....

[Chorus]

[fade]

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