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Foe tha of $
Gotta make 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 fall in the
Gotta get mine, ain't no shorts or no losses

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

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

I'm a play, watch all 'em fall in the and lay
in the driveway, Wish spotted the place
And quickly rolled up, bulldozed the livin' room
Hopped out of the car and started to up

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

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

Stay on the grind, get mine, down for my crime
And I hit up the nine nine, up that 1lello
Makin' me sale, twenties, and dimes
Beat up and stick up a up

That two-eleven, gotta get what's mine, bailin'
Me kickin' up dust, I'm trailin', one-eight-seven
That's how it is and I have it in the nine-quat
Mission, to check a mill and be real

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

Gotta get business on
Even though the run me
Stun me, feelin' 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, slangin' rocks
Aw, shit, comes the muthafuckin' cops
So I dash, I duck and I behind a tree
sure the muthafuckas don't see me

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

or Eric Wright it's all the same
Now, niggas might trip on how I stacks my
I have it, bitch
For the love of shit, muthafucka

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

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

Run 'em up outta me hood, rip's
When I'm makin' me grip a me click
Rollin' Ruthless, the thug I be
Me put 'em in mud, buck 'em and pump

Got nothin' to lose, bitch, ya respect Rip
Or ya best just check this slug, goin' down
Steady pump and peel rounds, gunnin' a me gang
Bang, gotta make money, man

It's the same, steady runnin' thangs wild
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

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

And wanted to get paid, to my side,
nigga, Ripsta, both 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 catch one
To the temple and um, raw doggin'
So nigga just make shit simple and run
To one nigga, me fill 'em with bullets

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

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

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

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