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

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

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

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

Buck, and a kabloom, me blew
All them bodies all over the room, doomed
And gotta move fast, The po-po's comin'
Snatch up me yummy, so nigga, think it's funny
I'm up quick in the nine-quat, 'cause
be lovin' 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 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 1lello
Makin' me sale, twenties, nickels and
up and stick up a lick up

That two-eleven, gotta get what's mine, then
Me up dust, I'm trailin', feelin' one-eight-seven
how it is and I gotsta have it in the nine-quat
Mission, to check a mill and 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
soldiers nut up, what up?

Gotta get that on
though the buddah run me
Stun me, 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, comes the muthafuckin' cops
So I dash, I and I hides behind a tree
Makin' sure the don't see me

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

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

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

When dough got me thugsta, 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 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 blood

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

It's still the same, runnin' 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 this thug
So peep as me creep and me off
On the mission to back in the
When niggas was bailin' with

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 was hungry

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

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

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

Yeah, Bone in the muthafuckin'
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 that nigga, Bone
In the muthafuckin'