Foe Tha Love Of $
(专辑: Creepin On Ah Come Up - 1994)
For the
love of money Gotta make that money, man It's still the
same now Gotta make that money, man It's still the
same now Gotta make that money, man It's still the
same now Gotta make that money, man It's still the
same now Gotta get on the
grind Pop in the
clip of my nine And bitch if you slip 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, sitting at home Polishing that MAC-10 chrome Got 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 robbing the
dope-house Smoke up outta me bong so high, now coming to slay with four grenades and a
gauge I'm 'a play, watch all of 'em fall in the
grave and lay Pulling 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 Me blew all them bodies all over the
room Them doomed And gotta move fast, why? The
po-po's coming Snatch up me yummy So, nigga, don't think it's funny I'm coming up quick in the
nine-quat 'cause Flesh be loving this money I'm given up love to the
hustlers All them St. Clair thugstas making that money staying 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 Staying down for mine crime, and I
hit up the
nine-nine Giving up that yayo, making me sale, twenties nickles and dimes Beat up and stick up a
lick up, that two-eleven Gotta get what's mine, then bailing Me kicking up dust, I'm trailing Feeling one-eight-seven That's how it is, and I
gotsta have it in the
nine-quat Mission to check a
mill and still be real Thugging on the
Glock-Glock, creeping 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 Feeling lovely, but I'm just in it for the
love of the
money Gotta make that money, man It's still the
same now Gotta make that money, man It's still the
same now Gotta make that money, man It's still the
same now Gotta make that money, man It's still the
same now Standing on the
corner straight slanging rocks Oh, shit! Here comes the
motherfucking cops! So I
dash, I
ducks, and I
hides behind a
tree Making 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 motherfuck '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
gotta have it bitch For the
love of this shit Motherfucker! Gotta make that money, man It's still the
same now Gotta make that money, man It's still the
same now Gotta make that money, man It's still the
same now Been talking me thugsta, thuggish ways, down for my crime every time 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 making me grip with me click Rolling 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 just check this slug It's going down steady pump and peel rounds, gunning with a
me gang Bang, gotta make that money man It's still the
same Steady running 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 my money Gotta get down for my thing off in this thug game So peep as me creep and me crawling off on the
mission to back in the
days When niggas was bailing with sawed-offs and wanted to get paid Running 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 stalling you might just catch one to the
temple And um, Bone raw dogging, 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 slipping I'll cut you, and rip you, then buck you down Steady robbing and stealing making a
killing Nigga drug-dealing, needing a
million Hustling drugs when the
thugs be chilling For the
money, these niggas be selling off in the
cut Where you find a
nigga thugging off in braids and skullies And when I
stick you and lick you, remember I
get 'em up for the
love of the
money Yeah, Bone in the
motherfucking house for the
nine-quats nigga Yeah, rolling 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
motherfucking house