[ 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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