featuring DJ Rogers Puff

[Intro: La the Darkman (DJ Rogers & Puff)]

Yeah. Yeah. One. Two.

Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. (Oh)

Time for another cat get his money.

Ya'nah'mean? Let's just stroll alone.

(Havin money havin money)

Word life. (Havin money)

[La the Darkman]

Yo yo life is hard so I dedicate to God

Mad cats sell coke tryin not to starve

Young girls sell vagina from Jersey to Carolina

Saw moms do it, she learned it as a minor

In poverty, life expectancy is short

Kids rob spots, push crack or play sports

In projects, single parents homes and techs

Islam, bass-heads and welfare checks

I'm tryin to eat, pushin wide-bodied whip through the streets

My whole fleet is wolves disquised as sheep

In society, the poor in America are miserable

Untrained, starvin like the children in Israel

First jewel since men spoke Hebrew

Now niggaz drink brew, guzzle Lucefer stew

Young E, only eleven, got a three-fifty-seven

And said he sold drugs by day cuz havin cream was heaven

[Chorus x2: DJ Rogers & Puff]

What young thugs do for money

What young thugs do for money

[La the Darkman]

Yo, niggaz keep eyein me, my life is like administer society

I'm old dog, many fake thugs think of tryin me

Sorry, I'm the lion in this concrete safari

My Niggaz been in and out of jail since Atari

The street life is the only life I know

Puff trees, v12, my medallion glow

And I'm always gotti, but cats don't know me

My peoples run the island on Riker's and the Coney

I keep the new fresh, planned Clark's like Tony

I'm married to my guns in holy matrimony

With street raps, all the bullshit,