Bone Thugs-N-Harmony - Foe Tha Love Of $ Lyrics

Foe tha' love of money
Gotta make that money man
It's still the same now

Gotta get on the grind
Pop in the clip of my nine
And b**** 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
Callin' my n**** sin at home
Polishin' that mac-10 crome
Gotta a lick so bring yo s***
Cause once again it's on
To the dome with a fifth of burb
We wig to the curb so we swerve
And rolled out to pick up the triple six thug
And follow the murder for robbin the dooehouse
Smoke jump 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
Me 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 n**** don't think it's funny
I'm comin' up quick in the niine-quat
Cause flesh be lovin' this money

I'm given uo love to the hustlas
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
Stay on the grind, get mine
Stayin' down for mine crime, and I hit up the nine-nine
Givin' up that llelo, 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 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
Thuggin' on the glock-glock,creepin 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 buddah run me, stun me
Feelin' lovely, but I'm just in it for he love of the money

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Standin' on the corner straight slangin' rocks
Aw ahit! here comes the muthaf***in' cops!
So I dash, I ducks, and I hides behind a tree
Makin' sure the muthaf***as don't see me
Now my fat sack of rocks hell yeah I stuffed 'em
Police on my draws, I had to pause
And yeah, it's still muthaf*** 'em
Now my game is tight, tight as f*** is my game
Easy muthaf***in e or eric wright it's all the same
Now n****s might trip on how I stash my grip
I gotta have it b****
For the love of this s***
Muthaf***a!

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When dough got 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 makin' me grip with me click
Rollin' with ruthless, the thug I be
Me put 'em in mud, buck 'em, and pump blood
Got nothing to lose, b****
Ya better respect rip, or ya 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 my money

N**** down for my thug off in this game
So peep as me creep and me crawlin' off on the mission to back in the
Days
When n****s was bailin' with sawed-offs and wanted to get paid
Runnin' to my side, lil' n****, ripsta, both on the mission for money
You give you the cash, oh, that was your a**
Cause me and me n**** was hungry
And b****, if you're stallin' you might just catch one to the temple
And um, bone raw doggin', so n**** just make tha s*** simple and run
To catch one n**** me fill 'em with bullets and dump 'em in rivers
Remember, me killa now
For money, me dig ya six feet in a ditch and get richer
Cause b**** you were slippin'
I'll cut ya, then rip ya, then buck ya down
Stayed rollin' and stealin' makin' a killin'
N**** drug-dealin', needing a million
Hustlin' drugs when the thugs be chillin'
For the money, these n****s be sellin' off in the cut
Where you find a n**** thuggin' off in braids and skullies
And when I stick ya and lick ya, remember
I get 'em up for the love of the money
For the love of money

Yeah, bone in the muthaf***in' house for the nine-quats n****
Yeah, rollin' with ruthless records in this b****
My n****s, Layzie Bone, Bizzy Bone, wish bone, and flesh-n-bone
And I'm that n****, Krayzie Bone, in the muthaf***in' house