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Foe tha' love of money
Gotta make 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' that MAC-10 chrome
Gotta a lick so bring yo shit
'Cause once again it's on
To the dome with a fifth of burb

We wig to the curb so we swerve
And rolled out to pick up the triple six thug
And follow the murder for robbin' the dooehouse
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 kaboom
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

I'm given uo 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 mine crime and I hit up the nine-nine
Givin' up that llelo, makin' me sale, twenties nickles 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 till 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 buisness on, even though the Buddah run me, stun me
Feelin' lovely, but I'm just in it for he love of the money

Standin' on the corner straight slangin' rocks
Aw ahit, here comes the muthafuckin' cops
So I dash, I ducks, 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

Easy muthafuckin' E or Eric Wright it's all the same
Now niggas might trip on how I stash my grip
I gotta have it bitch for the love of this shit

When dough got me thugsta
Thuggish ways, down for my crime everytime
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 makin' me grip with me click
Rollin' with Ruthless, the thug I be
Me put 'em in mud, buck 'em and pump blood

Got nothing to lose, bitch
Ya better respect Rip, or ya best 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' thang wild, and follow me now
While I take you 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 thug off in this 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 u the cash, oh, that was your ass
'Cause me and me nigga was hungary

And bitch, if you're stallin' you might just catch one to the temple
And um, Bone raw doggin', so nigga just make tha 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
Steayd rodin' and stealin' makin' a killin'

Nigga drug dealin', 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 the 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 Bine, Wish Bone and Flesh-n-Bone
And I'm that nigga, Krayzie Bone in the muthafuckin' house

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