[ VERSE 1: Lo-Lo ]



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





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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





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[ 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





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