For The Money

Let me take you back in time, and tell you 'bout an OG homie of mine

Who was brought up but got caught up in a world of crime

Nicknamed Laniak, A.K.A. shane Wheeler

He wanted to be a big time caine dealer

Way back in '81, we used to sock out fools, knock out fools

Roll to the beach and drop out fools

We was looney, I was puny, 'bout tall as Mickey Rooney

But I was down to jack and I had my homie's back

We used to kick it, me and Krickit, Peebo, Laniak and Dre Bang

Faded, off cognac and

Strollin' down Fig to Athens Park to go swimming

Throwin' them parties at Peebo house and chasin' all the women

Big 'ak, was havin' lots of fun but he didn't have a thang

So he started slingin' bud

With my OG homie Bang, I guess he got tired of doin' capers

No jackin', just stackin', Big 'Ak wanted paper

For the money

He wanted money

For the moolah

Yeah

For the money

(Dollar bill)

He wanted money

For the moolah, y'all

Hey

(Slingin' yay)

Makin' money but he wanted cash for days

He wanted more so him and Bang went seperate ways

Time to come anew cause Big 'Ak wanted G's

Had to get the sack from?? Mickey D's

Steady stackin' now they gats got it crackin', mackin'

Sellin' crack and watchin' his back and always packin' a gat

In a '66 rag, Chevrolet, front, back, side to side

Around his fist is his flag with gold D's on his ride

He's got the high pro blow, cause he got G's

Bought some skee bos on the 'shaw and got me skeezed

They flockin' and jockin' cause 'Ak is clockin' off rock and

He's got the basehead?? Cashin' big checks at the bank

He's got it goin', cash flowin', stack growin' like a titty

Comin' up in the city, livin' like Frank Nitty

Always flossin', makin' fools catch straight vapors

A hustlin' maniac, Laniak wanted paper

For the money

He wanted money

For the moolah

Yeah

For the money

(Dollar bill)

He wanted money

For the moolah, y'all

Hey

(Slingin' yay)

Uh, yeah

Fools catchin' vapors and it really doesn't matter

He's climbin' up the ladder and his pockets gettin' fatter

Workin' hour after hour slingin' yay, not flower

He had a little power 'til the shit went sour

Went half on a bird with some nigga that was phony

Phony fools? Threw a curb? Cause he was plannin' to serve my homie

That day Laniak had the homegirls over, Coco and Mo'

Trippin' and sippin' on Gin-gin, puffin' on indo

The homie Krickit fresh off work came to relax and kick back

With Big 'Ak, the dopeman came with the sack

Now they waitin' on fools, sittin' around lookin' silly

Cause instead of nine thous' fool brought a nine milli

And his brother, another nigga that helped him pull the trigger

For the loot, and he played it cool, then the fool started shootin'

A terrible way to meet your doom, bodies in each and every room

A minute to pray, a second to die, another mother's gotta cry

Fools made it look simple, shot 'em all in the temple

L-I-P on a rival, no chance for survival

Five people got caught up in the mix, straight domed

I couldn't believe it 'til I saw them flicks

Then uh, my eyes got filled with tears, my nose got runny

Cause my ace? Boom coons? Got smoked for some money

For the money

He wanted money

For the moolah

Yeah

For the money

(Dollar bill)

He wanted money

For the moolah, y'all

Hey

(Slingin' yay)

The mother of one of the young victims

All said to be between the ages of 19 and 24

Was consoled by friends as she left the area

Other neighbors cried when they learned of the murders

Drugs were linked to the shooting deaths of five people in a

Southern California apartment

All shot execution-style in the head

Peace to all my homies that got caught up in the mix that day

The downlow right now, chillin' on the D-L

Lane in peace homies, I'll never forget you dog