Foe Tha Love Of $

Foe the love of money [Hook] Gotta make that money man It's still the same now x4 [Verse 1: Flesh-N-Bone] Gotta get on the grind Pop in the clip of my nine And bitch if you slip You hit the chalk and fall in the night time Gotta get mine Ain't taking no shorts or no losses Hop on the phone Call up my nigga sittin' at home Polishin' that MAC-10 chrome Gotta a lick we can hit So bring yo shit Cause once again it's on To the dome with a fifth of bourb My wig to the curb so we swerve And rolled out to pick up the triple six thug And follow the murder for robbin' the dopehouse Smoke up outta me bong So high, now comin' to slay with four grenades and a gauge I'm a play, watch all 'em fall in the grave and lay Pullin' in the driveway, Wish spotted the place and quickly rolled up Bulldozed through the living room Hopped out of the car and started to blow up Buck, Buck, and a kaboom And blew all them bodies all over the room Them doomed And gotta move fast, why? The po-po's comin' Snatch up me yummy So nigga don't think it's funny I'm comin' up quick in the nine-quat Cause Flesh be lovin' this money [Verse 2: Layzie Bone] I'm given up love to the hustlers All them St.Clair thugstas makin' that money stayin' on your feet And you better believe gotta have that cheese For the green leaves, never catch me sleep Steady on the grind, get mine Stayin' down for mine crime, and I hit up the nine-nine Givin' up that yayo, makin' me sale, twenties, nickles, and dimes Beat up and stick up a lick up, that two-eleven Gotta get what's mine, then bailin' Me kickin' up dust, I'm trailin' Feelin', 187 That's how it is, and I gotsta have it in the nine-quat Mission to check a mill and still be real Thuggin' on the Glock-Glock, creeping on a come up Won't sleep till I'm done up Gotta blaze me blunt up, hunt up another plot and scheme Gotta make some green, cause soldiers nut up, what up? Gotta get that business on, even though the Buddha run me, stun me Feelin' lovely, but I'm just in it for the love of the money [Hook] [Verse 3: Eazy-E] Standin' on the corner straight slangin' rocks Aw shit! Here comes the muthafuckin' cops! So I dash, I ducks, and I hides behind a tree Makin' sure the motherfuckers don't see me Now my fat sack of rocks hell yeah I stuffed 'em Police on my drawers, I had to pause And yeah, it's still muthafuck 'em Now my game is tight, tight as fuck is my game Eazy-Motherfucking-E or Eric Wright it's all the same Now niggas might trip on how I stacks my grip I got to have it bitch For the love of this shit MOTHERFUCKER!! [Hook] [Verse 4: Bizzy Bone] When dough got me thugsta, thuggish ways, down for my crime everytime Follow me down the nine-nine, and you will find all of me kind Check out the ripsta, now, drop down Run 'em up outta me hood Rip's straight when makin' me grip witha me click Rollin' with Ruthless, the thug I be Me put 'em in mud, buck 'em, and pump blood Got nothing to lose, bitch You better respect rip, or you best check this slug It's goin' down, steady pump and peel rounds, gunnin' with a me gang Bang, gotta make that money man It's still the same Steady runnin' thing wild, and follow me now While I take you up into a barrel of a gun, see For the dub you're done For the bud, I run, for the love of money [Verse 5: Krayzie Bone] Gotta get down for my thang off in this game So peep as me creep or me crawlin' off on the mission to back in the days When niggas was bailin' with sawed-offs and wanted to get paid Runnin' to my side, little' nigga, Ripsta, both on the mission for money You give up the cash, oh, that was your ass Cause me and me nigga was hungry And bitch, if you're stallin' you might just catch one to the temple And um, Bone raw doggin', so nigga just make this shit simple and run To catch one nigga, me fill 'em with bullets and dump 'em in rivers Remember, me killer now For money, me dig you six feet in a ditch and get richer Cause bitch you were slippin' I'll [Cut you? Catch you? Catch up?] and rip you, then buck you down Stayed robbin' and stealin', makin' a killin' Nigga drugdealin', needin a million Hustlin' drugs when the thugs be chillin' For the money, these niggas be sinnin' off in the cut Where you find a nigga thuggin' off in braids and skullies And when I stick you and lick you, remember I get 'em up for the love of money [Krayzie Bone] Yeah, Bone in the muthafuckin' house for the nine-quats nigga Yeah, rollin' with Ruthless in this bitch My nigga Layzie Bone, Bizzy Bone, Wish Bone, And Flesh-N-Bone And I'm that nigga Krayzie Bone, in the muthafuckin' house