For the love of money
Gotta make that money, man
That money, man
It's still the same, now
Gotta get on the grind, pop in the clip of my nine
And bitch if you slip, you hit the chalk and fall in the night time
Gotta get mine, ain't takin' no shorts or no losses
Hop on the phone, callin' my nigga, Sin, at home
Polishin' the Mac-10 chrome
Gotta lick we can hit, so bring your shit, 'cause once again, it's on
To the dome with a fifth of, my wig to the curb, so we swerve
(Burb)
And rolled out to pick up the triple-six thug
And follow the murder for robbin' the dopehouse
Smoke jump outta me bong, so high
Now comin' to slay with four grenades and a gauge
I'm a play, watch all 'em fall in the grave and lay
Pullin' in the driveway, Wish spotted the place
And quickly rolled up bulldozed through the living room
Hopped out of the car, and started to blow up, buck, buck
And a kabloom, me blew all them bodies all over the room
Them doomed and gotta move fast, why?
The po-po's comin' snatch up me yummy
So nigga, don't think it's funny, I'm comin' up quick in the nine-quat
'Cause Flesh be lovin' this money, this money
I'm givin' up love to the hustlas, all them St.Clair thugstas
Makin' that money, stayin' on your feet
And you better believe gotta have that cheese
For the green leaves, never catch me sleep
Stay on the grind, get mine, stayin' down for my crime
And I hit up the nine, nine, givin' up that 1lello
Makin' me sale-twenties, nickels and dimes
Beat up and stick up a lick up, that two-eleven
Gotta get what's mine, then bailin'
Me kickin' up dust, I'm trailin', feelin' one-eight-seven
That's how it is, and I gotsta have it in the nine-quat
Mission, to check a mill and still be real
Thuggin' on the glock-glock, creepin' on a come up
Won't sleep 'til I'm done up, gotta blaze me blunt up
Hunt up another plot and scheme
Gotta make some green, 'cause soldiers nut up
What up? Gotta get that business on
Even though the Buddah run me, stun me
Feelin' lovely, but I'm just in it for the love of the money
For the love of money
Gotta make that money, man
That money, man
It's still the same, now
Standin' on the corner, straight slangin' rocks
Aw, shit, here comes the muthafuckin' cops
So I dash, I duck, and I hides behind a tree
Makin' sure the muthafuckas don't see me
Now my fat sack of rocks, hell, yeah, I stuffed 'em
Police on my draws, I had to pause
And yeah, it's still muthafuck 'em
Now my game is tight, tight as fuck is my game
Eazy, muthafuckin', E or Eric Wright it's all the same
Now, niggas might trip on how I stacks my grip
I gotta have it, bitch, for the love of this shit, muthafucka
Gotta make that money, man
That money, man
It's still the same, now
When dough got me thugsta, thuggish ways
Down for my crime every time, follow me down the nine nine
And you will find all of me kind, check out the Ripsta, now, drop down
Run 'em up outta me hood, Rip's straight when I'm makin' me grip
With a me click, rollin' with Ruthless, the thug I be
Me put 'em in mud, buck 'em, and pump blood
Got nothin' to lose, bitch, ya better respect Rip
Or ya best just check this slug, it's goin' down
Steady pump and peel rounds, gunnin' with a me gang bang
Gotta make that money, man, it's still the same
Steady runnin' thangs wild and follow me now
While I take ya up into a barrel of a gun, see
For the dub, you're done, for the bud, I run, for the love of my money
Nigga down for my thang off in this thug game
So peep as me creep and me crawlin' off
On the mission to back in the days when niggas was bailin'
With sawed-offs and wanted to get paid
Runnin' to my side, lil' nigga, Ripsta, both on the mission for money
You give up the cash, oh, that was your ass
'Cause me and my nigga was hungry
And, bitch, if you're stallin', you might just catch one to the temple
And um, Bone raw doggin', so nigga just make this shit simple
And run to catch one nigga, me fill 'em with bullets
And dump 'em in rivers, remember, me killa
Now, for money me dig ya six feet in a ditch and get richer
'Cause, bitch, you were slippin', I'll cut ya, then rip ya
Then buck ya down, steady robbin' and stealin', makin' a killin'
Nigga drugdealin', needin' a million
Hustlin' drugs when the thugs be chillin'
For the money, these niggas be sellin' off in the cut
Where you find a nigga thuggin' off in braids and skullies
And when I stick ya and lick ya
Remember, I get 'em up for the love of money
For the love of money
Yeah, Bone in the muthafuckin' house for the nine-quats
Nigga, yeah, rollin' with Ruthless Records in this bitch
My niggas, Layzie Bone, Bizzy Bone
Wish Bone, and Flesh-n-Bone And I'm that nigga
Krayzie Bone, in the muthafuckin' house

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