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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
Gotta get mine, ain't takin' no or no losses

Hop on the phone, my nigga, Sin, at home
Polishin' the chrome
Gotta lick, we can hit, so bring shit
'Cause again, it's on to the dome 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
jump outta me bong, so high, now comin'
To slay with grenades and a gauge

I'm a play, all 'em fall in the grave and lay
in the driveway, Wish spotted the place
And rolled up, bulldozed through 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 fast, why? The po-po's comin'
Snatch up me yummy, so nigga, don't think it's
I'm up quick in the nine-quat, 'cause
Flesh be lovin' this money, money

I'm givin' up to the hustlas, all them St.Clair thugstas
Makin' that money, stayin' on feet
And you better gotta have that cheese
For the green leaves, catch me sleep

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

That two-eleven, get what's mine, then 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 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, gotta make green
'Cause nut up, what up?

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

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

Standin' on the corner, slangin' rocks
Aw, shit, here comes the muthafuckin'
So I dash, I duck and I hides behind a
sure the muthafuckas 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 still muthafuck 'em, now my is tight
Tight as fuck is my

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

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

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

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

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

It's still the same, steady runnin' wild
And me now, while 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 thug game
So peep as me and me crawlin' off
On the mission to back in the
When niggas was with sawed-offs

And to get paid, runnin' to my side,
Lil' nigga, Ripsta, on the mission 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 nigga just this 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 were slippin', cut ya, then rip ya
Then buck ya down, robbin' and stealin', makin' a killin'

drugdealin', needin' a million
Hustlin' drugs when the thugs be
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, Bone in the muthafuckin'
For the nine-quats, nigga, yeah,
With Ruthless Records in this
My niggas, Layzie Bone, Bizzy Bone, Bone
And Flesh-n-Bone and I'm that nigga, Krayzie
In the muthafuckin'