MC Eiht - All for the Money [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

(Gyeah, now that's some of that real gangsta shit
Comin' from an original nigga from the Compton streets
MC Eiht's in the motha fuckin house, Gyeah
And right about now, Half Ounce in the motha fuckin house
MC Eiht, DJ Slick, my niggas on the run, Little Hawking Bird
Gyeah)

One more nigga on the run
I just can't handle this, born in the land of the scandalous
Thirteen years of age at the time
Moms ain't kickin' in, I gots to get mine
I loads up my strap, map out my plan
Choose my victim, then mother fuckin' stick him
One more point that got scored for the hood
Up to no damn good, understood
Snaps is getting low so I gots to get some mo'
Loads up the K, break out the back do'
You know the routine, so punk fool, here we go
Same bat channel, keep your motherfucking hands up on the dash
And gives up the cash
One-times is making a move on my ass (Gyeah)
But I ain't sweating it because ain't shit funny
Because it's all for the money

[Hook]
Gyeah
I gots to get mine, so I'm a take yours
I gots to get mine, so I'm a take yours
Gyeah, Gyeah, Gyeah

Just call me the come up kid, G
Hard times kicking it in the CPT
So that means I gotta do what I gotta do
And if you ain't down with The Hype, fuck you
You're coming up short when I ???
So when I hit your corner, you're gonna be a goner
Nigga duck when my nine starts to buck
In it for the snaps so I'm crazy as fuck
I should be laying low cause one time is real hot
Need to make a knot so I rush your spot
And it's like that when I got the feelin'
If you don't kill someone else does the killing
So when you hit the end of the road ain't no turning back
I done signed a hood lifetime contract
Jacking and packing cause ain't shit funny
Because it's all for the money

[Hook]

Uh oh, there goes another beep on the beeper
One time sleep on the fucking night creeper
Trying to show stop on the sales
Pull fake braids but I still gets paid
Just say no? Fuck the TV
Trying to push the shit cause the weight is exceed
See me for the blast, Five-oh fly in fast
Mad cause I'm making more cash than they ass
Now I lay low in the cut
Label me the nigga with the fucking gangsta strut
Every hooptie got gold license plates
My birds fly out throughout the fucking states
Now my other half is telling me I'd better quit
But I ain't through in this shit, so I guess this is it
I'll be dead before I go out like a dummy
(Why's that, G?) Cause it's all for the money

I gots to get mine, so I'm a take yours (Repeat 6x)