| Uno is for the money, deuce is for the show | |
| Trey is for the video, what the fuck is fo'? | |
| Fo' is for the hoes, and 5 to stay alive | |
| That shoulda been number 1, cause i don't wanna die | |
| Add 6 when i begin to flip the big benz | |
| With the candy-coated paint, plus the 20' rims | |
| And what they hittin fo', i roll 7 out the do' | |
| Took his bankroll, plus his diamond and his gold | |
| 8: 'don't be late' is for my niggas paper-chasin | |
| Got nines for trick niggas in the game player-hatin | |
| 10's is for my niggas locked down in the pen | |
| And my niggas dead and gone, until we meet again | |
| 11 is for my poppy up in heaven | |
| Tell god send me a blessing, cause i'm down here stressin | |
| 12 is for the records we sell, we're goin platinum | |
| There's no turnin back now, so let's make it happen | |
| [ chorus: ] | |
| All i ever wanted to do in my life was be a hustler | |
| Some don't get it, but feel me when i spit it | |
| It's all about the dollar | |
| [ verse 2: o.c. the sinister ] | |
| It goes one for the money, two for the show | |
| Everybody in the game know how it go | |
| It's a whole lotta hoes, a whole lotta dough | |
| Keeps me watchin on toes out my back window | |
| Creep slow by the ghetto, we never go without the .44 | |
| For urban travel, watch the scandal | |
| You petty rivals can't handle | |
| Hit your block, increase props as we dismantle | |
| Channel my vengeance through this sentence, i'm relentless | |
| You bitches wanna spend this, then get pimped | |
| We're never said to beat any listener senseless | |
| Heavyweighters livin major, pumpin this here, no circumference | |
| Who is this? o.c. the sinister | |
| Navigatin, now we're raidin all over your area | |
| I'm darin ya to static with this rap-a-lot shit | |
| The camorra make hits, tag licks, like movin bricks | |
| The lyricist full of canabis, livin extravagant | |
| With elegant bitches, plottin riches | |
| On quick-to-get-rich niggas full of liquor | |
| C'll shine one time livin bigger | |
| [ chorus ] | |
| [ verse 3: lo-lo & o.c. ] | |
| Now everybody in the game know how it goes | |
| Players like us do shows and pimp hoes | |
| Oh-oh, it's the sinister and lo-lo comin through | |
| Them niggas playa-hatin, what the fuck they wanna do? | |
| I want peace, but if them niggas want beef | |
| We gon' have to take the heat to the streets | |
| Knawmean? they tryin to stop dreams and block creams | |
| It seems like what? they hate to see us havin lavish things | |
| Pictures in magazines, nice cars and diamond rings | |
| Ah-ah, ah-ah, we can't have no fake niggas on our team | |
| Now you watch my back, nigga, and i watch yours | |
| One's for the dough, two's for the shows, hoes, and tours | |
| [ chorus ] |