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

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

Hop on the phone, callin' my nigga, Sin, at
Polishin' the chrome
Gotta lick, we can hit, so bring your
'Cause once again, it's on to the dome a fifth of
(Burb)
My wig to the curb, so we

And rolled out to pick up the thug
And follow the murder for robbin' the house
Smoke jump me bong, so high, now comin'
To slay with four and a gauge

I'm a play, watch all 'em in the grave and lay
Pullin' in the driveway, Wish 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 all over the room, them doomed
And gotta move fast, why? The po-po's
Snatch up me yummy, so nigga, don't think funny
I'm comin' up quick in the nine-quat,
Flesh be this money, this money

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

Stay on the grind, get mine, stayin' down for my
And I hit up the nine, givin' up that 1lello
me sale, twenties, nickels and dimes
Beat up and up a lick up

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

Thuggin' on the glock-glock, creepin' on a up
Won't sleep 'til I'm up, gotta blaze me blunt up
Hunt up plot and scheme, gotta make some green
soldiers nut up, what 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 $
Gotta that money, man
money, man
It's the same, now

Standin' on the corner, slangin' rocks
Aw, shit, here comes the cops
So I dash, I duck and I hides behind a
Makin' the muthafuckas don't see me

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

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

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

When 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
When I'm makin' me with a me click
Rollin' with Ruthless, the I be
Me put 'em in mud, 'em and pump blood

Got to lose, bitch, ya better respect Rip
Or ya best just check this slug, it's down
Steady and peel rounds, gunnin' with a me gang
Bang, make that 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 off in this thug game
So peep as me 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, both on the for money
You give up the cash, oh, that was ass
'Cause me and my nigga was

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 catch one nigga, me fill 'em with

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

Nigga drugdealin', a million
Hustlin' when the thugs be chillin'
For the money, these be sellin'
Off in the cut, where you find a nigga

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

Yeah, Bone in the 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 that nigga, Bone
In the house