2Pac - They Sell Out For The Money

[Hook: DJ Chop Up as 2Pac]
They sell out for the money
These motherfucking bitches, just turn snitch for some riches
They sell out for the money
These motherfucking punks, just turn bitch for some bucks
They sell out for the money
These motherfucking fags, they turn quick for some cash
They sell out for the money
They sell out for the money
They sell out for the money

[Verse 1: 2Pac]
Here we go, turn it up, let's start
From block to block we snatchin hearts and jackin marks
And the punk police can't fade me, and maybe
We can have peace someday, G
But right now I got my mind set up
Lookin down the barrel of my nine, get up
Cause it's time to make the payback fat
To my brothers on the block better stay strapped, black
And accept no substitutes
I bring truth to the youth tear the roof off the whole school
Oh no, I won't turn the other cheek
In case ya can't see us while we burn the other week
Now we got a nigga smash, blast
How long will it last 'til the po' gettin mo' cash
Until then, raise up!
Tell my young black males, blaze up!

[Hook: DJ Chop Up as 2Pac]
They sell out for the money
These motherfucking bitches, just turn snitch for some riches
They sell out for the money
These motherfucking punks, just turn bitch for some bucks
They sell out for the money
These motherfucking fags, they turn quick for some cash
They sell out for the money
They sell out for the money
They sell out for the money

[Verse 2: 2Pac]
To the sell-outs, livin it up
One way or another you'll be givin it up, huh
I guess cause I'm black born
I'm supposed to say peace, sing songs, and get capped on
But it's time for a new plan, BAM!
I'll be swinging like a one man, clan
Here we go, turn it up, don't stop
To my homies on the block gettin dropped by cops
I'm still around for ya
Keepin my sound underground for ya
And I'mma throw a change-up
Quayle, like you never brought my name up
Now my homies in the backstreets, the packed streets
They feel me when they rollin in they fat jeeps
This ain't just a rap song, a black song
Tellin all my brothers, get they strap on

[Hook: DJ Chop Up as 2Pac]
They sell out for the money
These motherfucking bitches, just turn snitch for some riches
They sell out for the money
These motherfucking punks, just turn bitch for some bucks
They sell out for the money
These motherfucking fags, they turn quick for some cash
They sell out for the money
They sell out for the money
They sell out for the money

[Verse 3: 2Pac]
Will I quit, will I quit?
They claim that I'm violent, but still I kick
Representing, never give up on a good thing
Wouldn't stop it if we could it's a hood thing
And now I'm like a major threat
Cause I remind you of the things you were made to forget
Bring the noise, to all my boys
Know the real from the bustas and the decoys
And if ya hustle like a real G
Pump ya fists if ya feel me, holler if ya hear me
Learn to survive in the streets
I make rhyme pay, others make crime pay
Whatever it takes to live and stand
Cause nobody else'll give a damn
So we live like caged beasts
Waitin for the day to let the rage free

[Hook x2: DJ Chop Up as 2Pac]
They sell out for the money
These motherfucking bitches, just turn snitch for some riches
They sell out for the money
These motherfucking punks, just turn bitch for some bucks
They sell out for the money
These motherfucking fags, they turn quick for some cash
They sell out for the money
They sell out for the money