[boots]
Ahhhhhhh yesss, ah-heh
Tell me somethin
Were you, about to make a decision?
Was it, one of... those decisions?
Ya know, when ya, gotta decide, between
Whats good, for you, and whats good, for the struggle
Well before you sellout, the coup wants to tell you a lil story
E-roc, kick it

[e-roc]
Pressure, is gettin to my dome
See, I need some food for my little boys tummy
Pulled up a chair just to think about my situation
Dont have a job, cause jackin is the occupation
Fuck the system, you know that its all wrong
I got my gauge, yeah now my missions on
Checked on my baby, good he was sound asleep
Cause money was my thoughts as I began to creep
Down the street the corner sto, was on my mind
Freeze! with the sounds of clips was in my behind
I turned around but befo I could pull my trigger
In they ass, on the ground, laid another nigga
I was trippin, slippin labelled as a dummy
But can you blame me, I did it for da mo-ah-money

*chorus*
M-o-n, n-e-y (repeat 2x)
Broke as a; broke as a sucka!
(repeat all 4x)

[e-roc]
Back on the streets I thought I wouldnt survive
So Im bustin my ass on this nine to five
Flippin patties all day when the place is hot
Gettin paid peanuts, in the burger shop
Now everybody wants to know the deal, is this brother real
Can I feed my family off of a happy meal?
I had to stop cause this shit aint for e-roc
I threw down my time card and started slangin rocks
For a brother dis is somein you cant beat
My cash is flowin, now Im bringin home the meat
Im feelin good sellin crack to a fiend
Dont give a fuck about his luck, ya know what I mean?
People trip, but they dont understand that
A devils land, aint no black foe a black man
Now its a shame, but whos to blame?
I got a baby with a life and no future to gain, yeah the money

*chorus*

[e-roc]
I remember the time when I was six
The american dream was everybody gets, rich
But yo, a fact for all to know
Four hundred years has passed, and we still po
He aint my uncle, but sam know what hes talkin about
If you wanna get paid, sell your people out
But not me Id rather do a crime
Deep in my rhyme; is it better for a black man to do time?
To the red white and blue I dont give a fuck
Because I live and die, just to make a buck
So Im that mother-fucker
That rob his daddy, and threw his ass in the gutter
And Im that fool
That sold his kids cocaine at school
But jacks an attorney
So ima do what I do, cause hes makin all the motherfuckin...
*gun shots*

[boots]
I believe.. truthfully, we all gonna die someday
So, die hustlin for yourself
Or die hustlin for millions of your people
The choice is yours, choose your fate
You can get with this, or you can get with that
We out

*chorus*