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Foe tha of $
make that money, man
money, man
It's the same, now

Gotta get on the grind, pop in the of my nine
And bitch, if you slip, you hit the
And in the nighttime
get mine, ain't takin' no shorts or no losses

Hop on the phone, callin' my nigga, Sin, at
the MAC-1O chrome
Gotta lick, we can hit, so your shit
'Cause once again, on to the dome with a fifth of
(Burb)
My wig to the curb, so we

And rolled out to up the triple-six thug
And follow the murder for robbin' the house
jump outta me bong, so high, now comin'
To with four grenades and a gauge

I'm a play, all 'em fall in the grave and lay
Pullin' in the driveway, spotted the place
And rolled up, bulldozed through the livin' room
Hopped out of the car and to blow up

Buck, buck and a kabloom, me
All them bodies all the room, them doomed
And gotta move fast, why? The comin'
Snatch up me yummy, so nigga, don't think it's
I'm comin' up quick in the nine-quat,
Flesh be lovin' this money, this

I'm givin' up to the hustlas, all them St.Clair thugstas
that money, stayin' on your feet
And you better believe have that cheese
For the green leaves, never catch me

on the grind, get mine, stayin' down for my crime
And I hit up the nine nine, givin' up that
Makin' me sale, twenties, and dimes
Beat up and up a lick up

That two-eleven, gotta get what's mine, then
Me kickin' up dust, I'm trailin', feelin'
That's how it is and I gotsta it in the nine-quat
Mission, to check a and still be real

Thuggin' on the glock-glock, on a come up
sleep 'til I'm done up, gotta blaze me blunt up
Hunt up another plot and scheme, gotta make some
'Cause soldiers nut up, up?

Gotta get that on
Even the buddah run me
me, feelin' lovely but I'm just in it for the
Foe tha of $

Foe tha of $
make that money, man
money, man
It's the same, now

Standin' on the corner, straight slangin'
Aw, shit, here the muthafuckin' cops
So I dash, I duck and I hides a tree
Makin' sure the don't see me

Now my fat of rocks, hell, yeah, I stuffed 'em
Police on my draws, I had to pause and
It's muthafuck 'em, now my game is tight
as fuck is my game

Eazy-muthafuckin'-E or Eric Wright all the same
Now, niggas might on how I stacks my grip
I gotta have it,
For the love of this shit,

Gotta that money, man
money, man
It's the same, now

dough got me thugsta, thuggish ways
Down for my crime everytime, follow me down the nine
And you will all of me kind
Check out the Ripsta, now, drop

Run 'em up outta me hood, straight
I'm makin' me grip with a me click
Rollin' with Ruthless, the I be
Me put 'em in mud, buck 'em and blood

Got 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
Bang, make that money, man

It's still the same, steady runnin' thangs
And follow me now, I take ya up into a barrel of a gun, see
For the dub, done, for the bud, I run
For the of my money

down for my thang off in this thug game
So as me creep and me crawlin' off
On the to back in the days
When niggas was bailin' sawed-offs

And to get paid, runnin' to my side,
Lil' nigga, Ripsta, on the mission for money
You give up the cash, oh, that was ass
'Cause me and my was hungry

And, bitch, if you're stallin', you might just one
To the and um, Bone raw doggin'
So nigga just make shit simple and run
To catch one nigga, me fill 'em bullets

And 'em in rivers, remember, me killa, now
For money, me dig ya six in a ditch and get richer
'Cause bitch, you were slippin', I'll cut ya, rip ya
Then ya down, steady robbin' and stealin', makin' a killin'

drugdealin', needin' a million
Hustlin' drugs when the be chillin'
For the money, these niggas be
Off in the cut, where you find a nigga

Off in braids and and when I stick ya
And ya, remember
I get 'em up foe tha of $
Foe tha of $

Yeah, in the muthafuckin' house
For the nine-quats, nigga, yeah,
With Ruthless Records in bitch
My niggas, Layzie Bone, Bizzy Bone, Wish
And Flesh-n-Bone and I'm nigga, Krayzie Bone
In the muthafuckin'