*two gun shots*



It's a story about two brothersrob and vic

Grew up in the world alone

God forgot about themhmm

Forced to fend for themselves

In the rotten apples of new york city

This story takes placein 1993



How many nigs did we get so far? 

I couldn't care to count

Just snatch em up quick

If he screami'ma put him out

I put the heat to his face to shut him up

So I can dig him out

Went in his pockets and got the cash in some big amounts

I looked him dead cold in his eyes*blast* without carin

If money speakthat explain the voices I've been hearin

You ain't really have to kill him

Yo God he moved -- but I lied

Damnthere's our sick stick-up turned homicide

So?  that's the way our momma died

Is you with me i'ma slide



[both]

So we slidhad to get our gameplan together

Cause this little bit of stickup loot ain't lastin us forever

Desperateon the edge with no place to go

We can't go back to the hood we stuck up everyone we know



Chorus: *sung*



For the love of moneypeople will rob from each other

For the love of moneypeople will steal from their mother

For the love of moneypeople will kill their own brother..



Now everytime I hear a fuckin sirenmy heart skip a beat

I'm paranoidevery face I see I think he after me

Supposedly

We was supposed to be gettin work from this large cat

But since we know where he rest at -- we goin bogart!

Son frontin so hard

Heard he had a hundred g's alone on his gold card

His crab wife showed me mad cash in her blouse

She said he the mad stash at the house

Couldn't pass up a jooks like this anyday

Anyway

On our way thereI'm feelin bad vibes

Yo kid don't say that

That's when we bumped heads

With vicks that we stuck from way backup on atlantic

The way them niggaz lookin God they drivin mad frantic

Yo don't panictrust me

What? 

I jump back and bust em

Shots through they windshieldthey ain't wearin shield

Hit the kid behind the steering wheel *car horn* it's the way I feel

In a state to kill I wanna watch him die

Wait and chill

We got bigger fish to frytwo l's later

In a bed-stuy elevatorgot off the fifth floor

Water hit the skullready kick the door

Off the hinges

Bust shots right

Only thing I saw was a nigga four-four

His gun jammed

He tried to run andreach for a knife

Shot him in the leg

So think about your life

And tell me where the loot's at

He said"i'll tell you just don't shoot black!"

With the sight of feardragged him down six flight of stairs

To the basementand in somewayhe had a trap door in the pavement

Smacked him with the gunkicked him out the way

Had to be at least 500 k

Now hear come the bitchtalkin bout her share of the wealth

So we put her and the husband out

And we went for self



Chorus



Yowe fuckin came off!

Word

The plan was splendid

'cept we got all this moneyand can't even spend it

Shhlet's disappear

Yea yea

And be outta this place

So much dirt and shit we did it's hard to show our face

So we bounced out of town and went down to miami

Cause most those cats we crabbed was like family

Now me and you beefinnah it can't be true

It all started when all we had was just me and you

Now a whole different person is what I'm startin to see in you

'member when we had the new lex

With the two techsrollin to the duplexdrinkin stout

Thinkin boutwhat we gonna do nextwe used to work tight

Half-assed carsdown to dirt bikes

Hopin everything will go rightwith the snow white

And in number spots that flow all night

Up to this day it was all tight

Manfuck that!

You my little brother and we came out the same pussy

But i'ma kill youyou dummyyou fucked up my money!

Nahthe money fucked you up

Tryin to say the money changed me? 

What you thinkI'm your brotheryou got a gun in my face see

What? ? !

How can one tiny mistakemake you wannaerase me

Fuck that! you cut a side dealthat's why they raided the block

Now how the fuck I'm 'sposed to know the undercover was a cop

Son you been fuckin with them niggaz!

Look just put down the gun and let this bullshit slide

Nigga I ain't puttin down shit

I'm tellin you let's just chill man

Fuck that nigga!

It don't gotta be this way man

What 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