โหลดเพลง mp3 One's 4 Da Money - Shyheim

One's 4 da Money (Explicit) - Shyheim
Written by：A. Quinn/K. Robinson/N. Robinson/R. Diggs/S. Franklin

Microphone check one two one two yo
Microphone check one two one two yo
Microphone check one two one two yo
Microphone check one two

One's for the money
Two's for the show
Three's for ya hooker
But we all say hoe
One's for the money
Two's for the show
Three's for ya hooker
But we all say hoe
My slang and my gang bows up the concrete
Like every being rocking
Don't sweat the technics
So you got beef
Narrow Sony go get ya posse
Cause I've got a mosse when you wear haratchies
Then you hear me kicking as I own you it's mad ruggie
The jump on my tip but I taught nuff to naw it
Cause I let the microphone spark right after dark
And be dropping mad skillz like my name was pad mark
The rebel to society
Everyone's trying me
Looking at me strange leave dim raid it'll mase me
Had I did something wrong go and my dumb
Brothers keep stressing no shorties the one
To make it real snappy and little nasty nasty
Things get pawsie pawsie
And of to be hax me
It'll little gone and still can hold you on on
Microphone so keep licking on that wish bone
You had you're chans but you feld out on tune
So you're hanging out with deuce now you say that rock rues
You make me laugh as you're mom's get smoke
You get ain't like a taffy and red like the chokes
Flow with the flow from the wu tang free style
You catch yo bow bow and they're two's this wild child
From the Staten the island the temple
Just an example how pop goes the pistole
One's for the money
Two's for the show
Three's for ya hooker
But we all say hoe
One's for the money
Two's for the show
Three's for ya hooker
But we all say hoe
Here comes the shortie with the tec twenty two

But if you tell I'm gonna blast you
From the projects worst ghetto section
So my back but gun from protection
Shortie do wa more shoops and tupa
Come and do with the wu tang hip hop
Shortie wa wa shorts sniki sha sha
Go go ga ga now you want me popa
I'm not a Mack daddy or my daddy Mack
Touch my nap sack boy you getting pitch smack
I've got a style may not be formilliar
It's like both way you're calling round in a cosha
Who will be the next to flex and face death
Ashes to ashes and only dust is left

One's for the money
Two's for the show
Three's for ya hooker
But we all say hoe
One's for the money
Two's for the show
Three's for ya hooker
But we all say hoe