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

Artist: Shyheim a.k.a. the Rugged Child Album: One's For the Money 12" Song: One's For the Money (clean video mix) Chorus: One's 4 da money, 2's 4 da show If you're clockin mad dough let me hear ya say -- ho! (repeat) One's 4 da money cause you know that cash rules And I'mma 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'mma slay another As soon as I spot the imitator I'mma 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 2X Who wanna battle I wreck a s**a 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 sweare I knock a rappa teeth out If his lips get loose smack 'em with my double deuce So who will be the next example for me to trample I found 'em Now let me begin to k** '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 3X 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 can't understand 'em like africans I lick the shot chic-blaw for all my peoples restin.... Chorus (fade)