Foe tha love of $   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 nighttime   Gotta get mine, ain't takin' no shorts or no losses      Hop on the phone, callin' my nigga, Sin, at home   Polishin' the MAC-1O chrome   Gotta lick, we can hit, so bring your shit   'Cause once again, it's on to the dome with a fifth of   (Burb)   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 dope house   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 livin' 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   Foe tha love of $      Foe tha love of $   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 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 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 foe tha love of $   Foe tha love of $      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