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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, takin' no shorts or no losses

Hop on the phone, my nigga, Sin, at home
Polishin' the MAC-1O
Gotta lick, we can hit, so your shit
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 for robbin' the dope house
Smoke jump me bong, so high, now comin'
To slay with four and a gauge

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

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

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

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

That two-eleven, gotta get what's mine, then
Me kickin' up dust, I'm trailin', 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, creepin' on a up
sleep 'til I'm done up, gotta blaze me blunt up
Hunt up another and scheme, gotta make some green
soldiers nut up, what up?

Gotta get that on
Even though the 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

on the corner, straight 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 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
as fuck is my game

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

make 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
Check out the Ripsta, now, down

Run 'em up outta me hood, rip's
When I'm me grip with a me click
with 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' a me gang
Bang, make that money, man

It's still the same, steady thangs 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 love of my

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

And to get paid, runnin' to my side,
nigga, Ripsta, both on the mission 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 just one
To the temple and um, raw doggin'
So just make 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', I'll cut ya, rip ya
Then buck ya down, steady robbin' and stealin', makin' a

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

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

Yeah, Bone in the house
For the nine-quats, nigga, yeah,
With Ruthless Records in this
My niggas, Bone, Bizzy Bone, Wish Bone
And Flesh-n-Bone and I'm that nigga, Bone
In the house