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