[Intro]
See most of y'all sucka ass n***as wouldn't last a week in my hood
If you was broke and wouldn't last a day if you had money
I seen grown men cry, grown men die, for the love of that money
In God we trust!

[Verse 1]
My trigger finger itchin', palms itchin' too
We back-to-back in Ghosts, playin' peek-a-boo
We went to war with Sosa over a brick or two
So for a hundred ki's, think what my clique could do
I'm talkin' clappin' toasts, bullets'll hit your roof
They hit his body he went in shock, no Pikachu
N***as ain’t bout it they talkin’ but really pick and choose
We on our second strike, we ain’t got shit to lose
All my n***as is felons, all you n***as is tellin’
Sold your soul to them people, they gon’ get you to sell it
They gon’ get you to move it, they gon’ get you a Buick
They gon’ get you a wire, like n***as gon’ use it
You gon’ tell on your brothas, what a lame homie
I got a bullet with your name on it, and a full clip I autographed
Kids cryin’ at the viewing, I guess it was sorta sad

[Hook]
We done went to war with the realest, shot it out with the best
Talkin’ high-end guerillas, banana clips make a mess
I seen young n***as cry, I seen young n***as fold
I seen young n***as die because a young n***a told
For the love of the money, for the love of the money
For the love of the money, love of the money
Man, them young n***as hungry, for the love of the money
I seen real n***as cry, I seen real n***as hit
I seen real n***as die, cuz a real n***a snitch
In God we trust
[Verse 2]
Lotta n***as act Tony-like
Told them D's everything you heard but that’s your homie right
But he got killers lurkin’ outside at your home tonight
They gon’ hit the crib and kill the kids, oh that’s Kony right
Oh that’s Kony-like, everybody bleed
Cuz he come out in 2060, Christmas Eve
First time he went to prison he ain’t get to leave
Feds takin’ pictures, n***as is rats, you should say cheese
Once a local dude, shit the fire now
Never ever spit a rap but he got bars now
I’m talkin fed time, yard up, yard down
Baby mama can’t pay the bills, shit is hard now
How that make you feel, you should pay them bills
Inmates spittin in them trays when they make yo’ meal
N***as shittin’ out them packs just to take them pills
And his baby mama brought em in, boy this shit is real
N***as turn to Muslim, n***as turn to Christian
They gave him life, he try’n appeal it, got him on a mission
His homies ain’t learn, they still in the kitchen
They firin’ bullshit, that coka ain’t swimmin’
It’s coming up short, no food on the fork
N***as is catchin’ cases, n***as is goin’ to court
He done slaved in the field, you the one on the porch
With the gun in your hand, try and run with the man
[Hook]
We done went to war with the realest, shot it out with the best
Talkin’ high-end guerillas, banana clips make a mess
I seen young n***as cry, I seen young n***as fold
I seen young n***as die because a young n***a told
For the love of the money, for the love of the money
For the love of the money, love of the money
Man, them young n***as hungry, for the love of the money
I seen real n***as cry, I seen real n***as hit
I seen real n***as die, cuz a real n***a snitch
In God we trust
[Outro]
Hey look, I’ma tell you like this
If you in school n***a, stay in school
If you got a job n***a, stay at work
If you a family man, stay with your muhfuckin’ family n***a
Cuz this shit ain’t meant for everybody dawg
Everybody talk that shit, until they get caught up in some real shit
And then they start talkin’ that shit

[Hook]
We done went to war with the realest, shot it out with the best
Talkin’ high-end guerillas, banana clips make a mess
I seen young n***as cry, I seen young n***as fold
I seen young n***as die because a young n***a told
For the love of the money, for the love of the money
For the love of the money, love of the money
Man, them young n***as hungry, for the love of the money
I seen real n***as cry, I seen real n***as hit
I seen real n***as die, cuz a real n***a snitch
In God we trust