Get money, spend money, no money

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[Intro 1]
[Am][Dm][Am]
Yeah
Gangsta

[Verse 1]
Tell me all my children [Am]fore I come through is
[Dm]the hood [Am]in the buildin'(yes)
You won't believe what I'm dealing this west coast shit,
oh what a feelin' (ahhhh)
Niggaz think I'm drug dealin' 'cause I rolled
out with no muthafuckin' sealing (none)
Is he worth a hundred million no need to ask Ice
Cube how I'm livin' (I'm living loc)
I still got the recipe,
South [Dm]Central L.A. is the [Am]pedigree
Don't try to tell me what it better be,
I have your ass up in physical therapy
I outlaw like a Cherokee,
the industry tried to bury me
But if I die on a mike of a leraby I'm so heavy
you bitches couldn't carry me

[Verse 2]
[Chorus:] Get money [Am]spend
money no money,
lookin' like a dummy [Dm](I really don't [Am]give a fuck)
Your money ain't my fucking money got a pocket
full of money (c'mon homie throw it up)
Get money spend money no money,
lookin' like a dummy (I really don't give a fuck)
Your money ain't my fucking money got a pocket
full of money (c'mon homie throw it up)

[Verse 3]
I [Am]don't accept no disrespect only
thing I ex[Dm]pect is [Am]self check
Just grin and bare it,
got an ass whooping that your ass don't [Dm]wan na inher[Am]it
Most rappers are parrots,
they say what they told to say to get a neck fool of carrots
Got your momma embarrassed,
how long before they callin' us terrorists nigga- I'm serious (I)
Keep it gangsta but I keeps a job cause it's,
hard to sleep when you steal and rob (and ya)
Got to run cause here comes the blob cause,
Uncle Sam is like [Dm]part [Am]of the Mobb
Break your self he'll take your wealth don't
get it twisted u a muthafuckin' elf
And Santa Claus will go for self all you got is your

[Interlude 1]
balls and your health
[Am][Dm][Am]

[Verse 4]
[Chorus:] Niggaz brag [Am]about
what they got,
but we don't own a skyscraper[Dm], now tha[Am]t's paypa
One generation from slums,
happy for these little crumb...you little bums
We saw you pull up but nigga shut up (Shut up),
you always talk about a fuckin' [Dm]car [Am]or truck
You always talkin' 'bout some fuckin' rims on
terrior, that kinda shit will keep an ass inferior
I'm tryina eat tomorro, not tryina hear
bout the little bitty [Dm]shit [Am]u ball
Saw your little bitty house on crib[Dm]s,
where you [Am]fuck your wife and [Dm]feed [Am]your kids (uhuhh)
Nigga be quiet ain't shit private,
everything [Dm]for sail you can [Am]buy it
All this self snitchin', all this self tellin' muthafuckas going back to the
[Dm]watermelon[Am]
[Dm][Am][Dm][Am][Dm][Am]
[Dm][Chorus: Repeat 3X][Am]

[Outro 1]
[Am][Dm][Am]