[Ghetto John]
Aiyyo, you ready?
Let's do it {*music starts*}
Mmm, yeah..
Yeah.. c'mon

I'm the definition of: half man, half thug
beat the cubs- no money, whassup
outa bucks, collectors after us
No house , we still laughin much
Nothin but big thangs, check the hitlist
How we twist it, what changed but the name?
We still here, you votin for the best
Don't worry if I write rhymes - I cash checks (hah!)
Who's the boss? ghettos lost
Don't think cause I'm blown out, I'ma cool off
Who else but me? (who else?) And if you don't feel me
that mean you can't touch me, you ugly, trust me
Get it right dawg, i ain't ever left
i just, moved in silence and repped to the death (yeah)
It's official, I survived what I been through
like osama , "no money Continues..."

[Chorus]
we aint goin to work, we aint goin to work
no time to stop now , got to visit amiright
we aint goin to work, we aint goin to work
thats why were broke now, its no money for life

[*~FINK dUh LINX~*]
Hey yo straight from the ECORSE streets
ON AMIRIGHT, I push it down with the GHETTO Heat (uh-huh)
All a sudden niggaz got a problem wit me (Black, what happened?)
They run around actin like the Black-o can't eat
And you know what? (what?) For some strange reason (uhh)
I'm ON ALL this medication, ALWAYS deranged needin
for y'all to put the word out (c'mon, c'mon) we ain't leavin
We GONNA BE BROKE UNTIL we all stop breathin
Therefore (what?) we kinda hustle NAMES
Stay layin down our GHETTO games (c'mon)
Still turn BROKERS dreams to flames (yeah) you got the FRIAR
If not I ain't sayin no names; you'll soon expire; (heh)
No pain (nothin) I FROM ECORSE
Yes of course it's me and GHETTO up first racin PINTOS
wit the big OLD 2 LITER-es {*screeching*} (yeah)
On the PONTIAC Vibe's, XXL's and MTV CRIBS (c'mon, let's go)

[Chorus]

[PEAR-O-TEA]
Yeah, yeah, yo, yeah
It ain't YOU changed, since the MONACO (We miss you MONACO CHRIS.)
See everything still glorious (yeah)
We still got +APPLES+, still be the +UNSERIOUS+ (that's right)
See it's a lot of them, but it's more of us
Still got cash ...WAIT NO!, raps to flow
Still them GIRLS that know, pack ya flow
That's fo' sho', bottles OF pop, ME AND JOHN ROCK
Played the background, hand on my OOPS, holdin my CLOCK(hahaha)
Money to get (yeah), cars to flip (uhh)
CHAIRS to sit at and TAKE PROZAK wit FOOLS that drip (c'mon)
SMO'S to see (uhh), make sure they knowin it's me (they know it's you)
Drop that BEET, can't believe that NO MONEY(haha)
GHETTO 'til the casket drop (Bad Boy) gotta love it
Place nuttin above it (nuttin) it's on like that (c'mon)
Don't believe, we ain't goin like that
We're always gonna be BROKE (yeah)
We there (uhh) NO MONEY TILL THE DAY I CHOKE
[Chorus] - 2X

[Ghetto John over Chorus]
NO MONEY.. we ain't goin TO WORK
Uh-huh.. uh-huh.. what?
We ain't goin TO WORK.. we gon' stay right here
For ever, and ever, and ever, and ever.. c'mon
We ain't goin TO WORK.. we gon' stay right here
We ain't goin TO WORK .. we gon' stay right here
Yeah, uh-huh.. uh-huh, uh-huh
ITS NO MONEY FOR LIFE!