One`s 4 Da Money

(a.k.a, a.k.a, the rugged child)<br>Microphone check, one-two, one-two, yo<br>Microphone check, one-two, one-two, yo<br>Microphone check, one-two, one-two, yo<br>Microphone check, one-two,<br><br>chorus (x2)<br>One`s for the money<br>two`s for the show<br>three`s for ya hooker<br>but we all say, HOE!<br><br>My slang and my gang bows up the concrete<br>Like everybeing rocking<br>Don`t sweat the technics<br>So you got beef <br>Narrow sony go get ya posse<br>Cause I`ve got a mosse, when you wear haratchies<br>Then you hear me kicking as I own you, it`s mad ruggie<br>The jump on my tip, but I taught nuff to naw it<br>Cause I let the microphone spark right after dark<br>And be dropping mad skillz like my name was Pad Mark<br>The rebel to society<br>Everyone`s trying me<br>Loking at me strange leave dim raid it`ll mase me<br>Had I did something wrong go and my dumb<br>Brothers keep stressing, no shorties the one<br>To make it real snappy, and little nasty-nasty<br>Things get pawsie-pawsie<br>And of to be hax me<br>It`ll little gone and still can hold you on, on<br>Microphone so keep licking on that wish bone<br>You had you`re chans but you feld out on tune,<br>So you`re hanging out with deuce, now you say that rock rues<br>You make me laugh as you`re mom`s get smoke<br>You get ain`t like a taffy, and red like the chokes<br>Flow with the flow from the Wu-tang free-style<br>You catch yo bow-bow, And they`re two`s this wild, child<br>From the Staten the Island, the temple<br>just an exemple how pop goes the pistole<br><br>chorus (x2)<br>One`s for the money<br>two`s for the show<br>three`s for ya hooker<br>but we all say, HOE!<br><br>Here comes the shortie with the tec twenty two<br>but If you tell Im gonna blast you<br>From the projects worst ghetto section<br>So my back but gun from protection<br>Shortie do-wa, more shoops and tupa`<br>Come and do with the Wu-tang hip-hop<br>Shortie wa-wa, shorts sniki sha-sha <br>Go-go, ga-ga, now you want me popa<br>Im not a mack daddy or my daddy mack<br>Touch my napsack, boy you gettin` pitch smack<br>I`ve got a style may not be formilliar<br>It`s like both way you`re callin` round in a cosha<br>Who will be the next to flex and face death<br>ashes to ashes, and only dust is left<br><br>chorus (x2)<br>One`s for the money<br>two`s for the show<br>three`s for ya hooker<br>but we all say, HOE!