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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 clip of my
And bitch, if you slip, you hit the
And fall in the
get mine, ain't takin' no shorts 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 thug
And follow the for robbin' the dope house
Smoke outta 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, spotted the place
And quickly rolled up, bulldozed through the livin'
Hopped out of the car and to blow up

Buck, buck and a kabloom, me
All them bodies all the room, them doomed
And move fast, why? The po-po's comin'
Snatch up me yummy, so nigga, don't it's funny
I'm up quick in the nine-quat, 'cause
Flesh be this money, this 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, never me sleep

Stay on the grind, get mine, stayin' for my crime
And I hit up the nine nine, givin' up that
Makin' me sale, twenties, nickels and
Beat up and up a lick 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 have it in the nine-quat
Mission, to check a and still be real

on the glock-glock, creepin' 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?

Gotta get business on
Even though the run me
Stun me, feelin' 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' sure the 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 is my game

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

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

When dough got me thugsta, thuggish
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, rip's
When I'm makin' me grip with a me
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 best check this slug, it's goin' down
Steady pump and rounds, gunnin' with a me gang
Bang, make that money, man

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

Nigga down for my off in this thug game
So peep as me creep and me off
On the mission to back in the
When was bailin' with sawed-offs

And wanted to get paid, to my side,
nigga, Ripsta, both on the mission for money
You give up the cash, oh, was your ass
me and my nigga was hungry

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 in a ditch and get richer
'Cause bitch, you were slippin', cut ya, then rip ya
Then buck ya down, steady robbin' and stealin', makin' a

Nigga drugdealin', a million
Hustlin' drugs the thugs be chillin'
For the money, these be sellin'
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, Bone in the house
For the nine-quats, nigga, yeah,
With Ruthless in this bitch
My niggas, Layzie Bone, Bizzy Bone, Bone
And Flesh-n-Bone and I'm that nigga, Krayzie
In the muthafuckin'