One For The...

Intro:

Yeah. C'mon now. The whole planet. Join in. Right now

Ladies and gentlemen boys and girls

This is the way that you rock the world (2x)

Verse One [Pigeon John]

Let me tell you 'bout my gangster wit I don't follow no clique

I'm quick to flip a dollar out of 15 cents for rent

I'm a scholar in a blue Impala with dents

Such is life a stand up man that bent

I use this mic and MPC to vent

2000 ways to slay a beat and hint

At what it all means brothers gonna call me dense

When I take my brain and let it touch the rain

And since then I'm a young king in training

And listening to the wind to see what its saying

In glimpses sometimes it all seems senseless

You trapped outside of white picket fences

Still gotta figure out a way how to make it real

In three ways: sports, crack or a record deal

And the homies know how I feel

Till I'm on the next level I'm a grind at will

Chorus: [X2]

One for the money two for the show

Three for the homies who got in the back door

One for the money two for the show

Three for the honies who got in the back door

2nd Verse [Brother Ali]:

Us rappers we love to tell the stories again and again

About the burning fire that rages within

But all you ever hearing everyday from your friends

Is that if you leave the herd there's no way you can win

So what you gonna think about?

When everything around you is negative including your bank account

Scrapping out a living in a major drought

With no avenue to let your angry out

You rattle your cage and shout

You pray they break you out

You stay truly devout

Cause you wade through doubt so deep

That you can't tune it out

Blood boiling and you ain't cooling out

And that's why I stand on every stage and kick that verse

Like it the first and last time I'll ever say it

I'm nothing if I'm not dedicated

Every win is celebrated for the soldiers that never made it

Trying to figure out where Awesome Dre went

And why Grand Master Cas still ain't been paid yet

So since I'm blessed to run around the nation

I'm obligated to find a new lane and pave it

So if the little homies ever want to disconnect

From the matrix and jump off the slave ships

And when they swim they'll have a destination

And they come right on along and hit the same lick

Its entertainment but its more than that

Why you think Slug took me on the tour in fact?

Why you think El-P put his boys on wax?

And why you think Little Brother's in the door like that?

Its because God gave us something that makes us

More than record breaker we're our own saviors

Ask the average man about taking his life

In his own hands

And he won't understand

That idea was stolen with the land

And we scrape for the few crumbs that fall from the hand

Live life hungry work to get bummy

Or run we they 3, 2, 1 for the money

Chorus: [X2]

One for the money two for the show

Three for the homies who got in the back door

One for the money two for the show

Three for the honies who got in the back door