All them bodies all over the room, them doomed
It's still the same, steady runnin' thangs wild
Stay on the grind, get mine, stayin' down for my crime
Steady pump and peel rounds, gunnin' with a me gang
For the nine-quats, nigga, yeah, rollin'
It's still the same, now
And Flesh-n-Bone and I'm that nigga, Krayzie Bone
Stun me, feelin' lovely but I'm just in it for the
You give up the cash, oh, that was your ass
And fall in the nighttime
And rolled out to pick up the triple-six thug
Pullin' in the driveway, Wish spotted the place
Gotta get mine, ain't takin' no shorts or no losses
Gotta lick, we can hit, so bring your shit
Now my fat sack of rocks, hell, yeah, I stuffed 'em
Flesh be lovin' this money, this money
Gotta get that business on
For the love of this shit, muthafucka
Now, niggas might trip on how I stacks my grip
'Cause me and my nigga was hungry
And wanted to get paid, runnin' to my side,
Nigga down for my thang off in this thug game
To catch one nigga, me fill 'em with bullets
And gotta move fast, why? The po-po's comin'
So I dash, I duck and I hides behind a tree
Beat up and stick up a lick up
I'm givin' up love to the hustlas, all them St.Clair thugstas
Then buck ya down, steady robbin' and stealin', makin' a killin'
Foe tha love of $
I get 'em up foe tha love of $
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That money, man
So nigga just make this shit simple and run
Hopped out of the car and started to blow up
Off in braids and skullies and when I stick ya
So peep as me creep and me crawlin' off
'Cause once again, it's on to the dome with a fifth of
Gotta get on the grind, pop in the clip of my nine
Makin' sure the muthafuckas don't see me
I gotta have it, bitch
Rollin' with Ruthless, the thug I be
Nigga drugdealin', needin' a million
For the green leaves, never catch me sleep
That two-eleven, gotta get what's mine, then bailin'
'Cause soldiers nut up, what up?
Polishin' the MAC-1O chrome
Foe tha love of $
When niggas was bailin' with sawed-offs
That money, man
It's still the same, now
Gotta make that money, man
Tight as fuck is my game
Yeah, Bone in the muthafuckin' house
And dump 'em in rivers, remember, me killa, now
I'm comin' up quick in the nine-quat, 'cause
Mission, to check a mill and still be real
Snatch up me yummy, so nigga, don't think it's funny
'Cause bitch, you were slippin', I'll cut ya, then rip ya
When dough got me thugsta, thuggish ways
Makin' that money, stayin' on your feet
For the dub, you're done, for the bud, I run
And quickly rolled up, bulldozed through the livin' room
Aw, shit, here comes the muthafuckin' cops
When I'm makin' me grip with a me click
Smoke jump outta me bong, so high, now comin'
Hunt up another plot and scheme, gotta make some green
Makin' me sale, twenties, nickels and dimes
And I hit up the nine nine, givin' up that 1lello
Down for my crime everytime, follow me down the nine nine
And bitch, if you slip, you hit the chalk
Got nothin' to lose, bitch, ya better respect Rip
To slay with four grenades and a gauge
Eazy-muthafuckin'-E or Eric Wright it's all the same
Hop on the phone, callin' my nigga, Sin, at home
On the mission to back in the days
Police on my draws, I had to pause and yeah
Standin' on the corner, straight slangin' rocks
And follow the murder for robbin' the dope house
It's still the same, now
To the temple and um, Bone raw doggin'
And you better believe gotta have that cheese
For money, me dig ya six feet in a ditch and get richer
Foe tha love of $
For the money, these niggas be sellin'
Lil' nigga, Ripsta, both on the mission for money
Gotta make that money, man
Hustlin' drugs when the thugs be chillin'
Check out the Ripsta, now, drop down
With Ruthless Records in this bitch
And lick ya, remember
And follow me now, while I take ya up into a barrel of a gun, see
And you will find all of me kind
Me put 'em in mud, buck 'em and pump blood
Buck, buck and a kabloom, me blew
Bang, gotta make that money, man
That's how it is and I gotsta have it in the nine-quat
Off in the cut, where you find a nigga thuggin'
Or ya best just check this slug, it's goin' down
For the love of my money
Me kickin' up dust, I'm trailin', feelin' one-eight-seven
Even though the buddah run me
Won't sleep 'til I'm done up, gotta blaze me blunt up
Run 'em up outta me hood, rip's straight
That money, man
My niggas, Layzie Bone, Bizzy Bone, Wish Bone
Thuggin' on the glock-glock, creepin' on a come up
I'm a play, watch all 'em fall in the grave and lay
It's still muthafuck 'em, now my game is tight
And, bitch, if you're stallin', you might just catch one
My wig to the curb, so we swerve
