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Foe tha of $
Gotta 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
Gotta get mine, ain't no shorts or no losses

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

And rolled out to pick up the triple-six
And follow the for robbin' the dope house
Smoke jump outta me bong, so high, now
To slay four grenades and a gauge

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

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

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

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
up and stick up a lick up

That two-eleven, gotta get what's mine, bailin'
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
Won't sleep I'm done up, gotta blaze me blunt up
Hunt up plot and scheme, gotta make some green
'Cause soldiers nut up, up?

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

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

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

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

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

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
out the Ripsta, now, drop down

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

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

It's still the same, steady thangs wild
And follow me now, while I take ya up 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 thug game
So peep as me creep and me off
On the mission to in the days
When was bailin' with sawed-offs

And wanted to get paid, to my side,
Lil' nigga, Ripsta, both on the for money
You up the cash, oh, that was your ass
'Cause me and my nigga was

And, bitch, if you're stallin', you might catch one
To the and um, Bone raw doggin'
So just make this 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 feet in a and get richer
bitch, you were slippin', I'll cut ya, then rip ya
Then buck ya down, steady and stealin', makin' a killin'

Nigga drugdealin', needin' a
Hustlin' drugs the thugs be chillin'
For the money, these niggas be
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, Bone, Wish Bone
And Flesh-n-Bone and I'm nigga, Krayzie Bone
In the house