Money ain't the answer, it's the problem
Growing up with nothing, something makes you want to rob them
So you watch the olders and learn the trade
Anyone'll do anything if they're getting paid
You grab the weight, dish it out
Wash your hands, wait about
Run em down, knock em out
Get paid, get out

Money-hungry monsters walk among and rob the youngsters
They ran your country before your hunger come down to numbers
'Nuff skullduggery, grave digging, they should've hung us
How can man be hungry when that's among us in vast abundance?
Struggling currency's nothing if you've been nothing, you're rough
Struggling people are equal but they ain't evil enough
Of course more want more, more force
More law, more war, more mon'

Problem, rob them, problem, rob them
Problem, rob them, problem, rob them
Problem, rob them, problem, rob them
Run em down, knock em out, get paid, get out
I don't wanna vote no party
I don't wanna play no part in it
All I wanna do is party
And I ain't got a problem starting it
Seventeen, you're better dead
Need a thinking cap and a metal head
If you wanna eat, then you better beg
It sounds evil when it's said
900 million put to bed
40 bill' a year would've had em fed
And I ain't no mathematician
But spending trillions on ammunition
Sort of suggests that you're in a position
To help with the living conditions
Of those who are in the divisions
They can't have admission to better positioning, innit?
Run em down, knock em out, get paid, get out

Money ain't the answer, it's the problem
Growing up with nothing, something makes you want to rob them
So you watch the olders and learn the trade
Anyone'll do anything if they're getting paid
You grab the weight, dish it out
Wash your hands, wait about
Run em down, knock em out
Get paid, get out
Problem, rob them, problem, rob them
Problem, rob them, problem, rob them
Problem, rob them, problem, rob them
Run em down, knock em out, get paid, get out

I don't wanna vote no party
I don't wanna play no part in it
All I wanna do is party
And I ain't got a problem starting it
Seventeen, you're better dead
Need a thinking cap and a metal head
If you wanna eat, then you better beg
It sounds evil when it's said
900 million put to bed
40 bill' a year would've had em fed
And I ain't no mathematician
But spending trillions on ammunition
Sort of suggests that you're in a position
To help with the living conditions
Of those who are in the divisions
They can't have admission to better positioning, innit?