Foe the love of money
Gotta make that money man
It's still the same now...
Gotta make that money man
It's still the same now...
Gotta make that money man
It's still the same now...
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 taking no shorts or no losses
Hop on the phone
Call up my nigga sittin' at home
Polishin' that MAC-10 chrome
Gotta a lick we can hit
So bring yo shit
Cause once again it's on
To the dome with a fifth of bourb
My wig to the curb so we swerve
And rolled out to pick up the triple six thug
And follow the murder for robbin' the dopehouse
Smoke up 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
And 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 up love to the hustlers
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
Steady on the grind, get mine
Stayin' down for mine crime, and I hit up the nine-nine
Givin' up that yayo, 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', 187
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, creeping 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 business on, even though the Buddha run me, stun me
Feelin' lovely, but I'm just in it for the love of the money
Gotta make that money man
It's still the same now...
Gotta make that money man
It's still the same now...
Gotta make that money man
It's still the same now...
Gotta make 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 ducks, and I hides behind a tree
Makin' sure the motherfuckers don't see me
Now my fat sack of rocks hell yeah I stuffed 'em
Police on my drawers, I had to pause
And yeah, it's still muthafuck 'em
Now my game is tight, tight as fuck is my game
Eazy-Motherfucking-E or Eric Wright it's all the same
Now niggas might trip on how I stacks my grip
I got to have it bitch
For the love of this shit
MOTHERFUCKER!!
Gotta make that money man
It's still the same now...
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 witha me click
Rollin' with Ruthless, the thug I be
Me put 'em in mud, buck 'em, and pump blood
Got nothing to lose, bitch
You better respect rip, or you 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' thing 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 money
Gotta get down for my thang off in this game
So peep as me creep or 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, little' nigga, Ripsta, both on the mission for money
You give up the cash, oh, that was your ass
Cause me and me 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 killer now
For money, me dig you six feet in a ditch and get richer
Cause bitch you were slippin'
I'll and rip you, then buck you down
Stayed robbin' and stealin', makin' a killin'
Nigga drugdealin', needin a million
Hustlin' drugs when the thugs be chillin'
For the money, these niggas be sinnin' off in the cut
Where you find a nigga thuggin' off in braids and skullies
And when I stick you and lick you, remember
I get 'em up for the love of money
Yeah, Bone in the muthafuckin' house for the nine-quats nigga
Yeah, rollin' with Ruthless in this bitch
My nigga Layzie Bone, Bizzy Bone, Wish Bone, And Flesh-N-Bone
And I'm that nigga Krayzie Bone, in the muthafuckin' house...