(feat. Hoodlumz)    [ 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    [ CHORUS: ]  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    [ CHORUS ]    [ 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    [ CHORUS ]