Shyheim - One's For the Money lyrics

Artist: Shyheim aka the Rugged Child
Album: One's For the Money 12"
One's For the Money (clean video mix)

One's 4 da money, 2's 4 da show
If you're clockin mad dough let me
Hear ya say - ho!

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

Who wanna battle I wreck a sucka
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 hit's 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 kill 'em
In a uno degree cold blooded
My flow kept flowin so his mind got flooded
Rugged neva smooth is how I always keep it
And if you really got clapped come
On let me hear ya speak

I burn 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 Bacardi
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
Rest in piece and those locked in

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