Foe Tha Love Of $ - Bone Thugs N Harmony

For the love of money

Gotta make that money man

That money man

It's still the same now

Gotta make that money man

That money man

It's still the same now

Gotta make that money man

That money man

It's still the same now

Gotta make that money man

That money man

Gotta get on the grind pop in the clip of my 9

And b**ch if you slip you hit the chalk

And fall in the night time gotta get mine

Ain't takin' no shorts or no losses hop on the phone

Call up my ni**a sittin' at home

Polishin' that mac 10 chrome

Got a lick we can hit so bring yo' sh*t

'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'ma play watch all 'em fall in their grave and lay

Pullin' in the driveway

Wish spotted the place and quickly rolled up

Bulldozed through the livin' 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 ni**a don't think it's funny

I'm comin' up quick in the nine quat

'Cause flesh be lovin' this money

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

Creepin' on a come up won't sleep 'til I'm done up

Gotta blaze me a 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

Gotta make that money man

That money man

It's still the same now

Gotta make that money man

That money man

It's still the same now

Gotta make that money man

That money man

It's still the same now

Gotta make that money man

That money man

It's still the same now

Standin' on the corner straight slangin' rocks

Aw sh*t here comes the muthaf**kin' cops

So I dash I ducks and I hides behind a tree

Makin' sure the motherf**kers 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 muthaf**k 'em

Now my game is tight tight as f**k is my game

Eazy motherf**kin' e or eric wright it's all the same

Now niggas might trip on how I stacks my grip

I got to have it b**ch

Gotta make that money man

That money man

It's still the same now

Gotta make that money man

That money man

It's still the same now

Gotta make that money man

That money man

It's still the same now

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 nothin' to lose b**ch

You better respect rip or you best just check this slug

It's goin' down steady pump

And peel rounds gunnin' witha 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

Gotta get down for my thang off in this thug 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' ni**a

Ripsta both on the mission for money

You give up the cash oh that was your a**

'Cause me and me ni**a was hungry

And b**ch if you're stallin'

You might just catch one to the temple

And um bone raw doggin'

So ni**a just make this sh*t simple and run

To catch one ni**a 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 b**ch you were slippin'

I'll cut you and rip you then buck you down

Steady robbin' and stealin' makin' a killin'

Ni**a drugdealin' needin' a million

Hustlin' *** when the thugs be chillin'

For the money these niggas be sinnin' off in the cut

Where you find a ni**a thuggin' off in braids and skullies

And when I stick you and lick you

Remember I get 'em up for the love of money

Yeah bone in the muthaf**kin' house

For the nine quats ni**a

Yeah rollin' with ruthless in this b**ch

My ni**a layzie bone bizzy bone

Wish bone and flesh n bone

And I'm that ni**a krayzie bone

In the motherf**kin' house