Bone Thugs N Harmony - Foe tha Love of $ Lyrics

“Foe Tha Love Of $“ (feat. Eazy-E) Foe the 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 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 Callin’ my nigga sin at home Polishin’ that MAC-10 chrome Gotta a lick so bring yo shit ’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 nigga don’t think it’s funny I’m comin’ up quick in the nine-quat ’cause flesh be lovin’ this money I’m given you love to the hustlers All them 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 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 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 he love of the money [Chorus] Standin’ on the corner straight slangin’ rocks Aw ahit! 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 draws, I had to pause And yeah, it’s still muthafuck ’em Now my game is tight, tight as fuck is my game Easy 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!! [Chorus] 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 with 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 my money Nigga 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 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 you the cash, oh, that was your ass ’cause me and me nigga was Hungary And bitch, if you’re stallin’ you might just catch one to the temple And um, Bone raw doggin’, so nigga just make the 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, then rip you, then buck you down Stayed rodin’ and stealin’ makin’ a killin’ Nigga drugdealin’, needin a million Hustlin’ drugs when the thugs be chillin’ For the money, these niggas be sellin’ 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 the money For the love of money Yeah, Bone in the muthafuckin’ house for the nine-quats nigga Yeah, rollin’ with Ruthless records in this bitch My niggas, Layzie Bone, Bizzy Bine, Wish Bone, And Flesh-n-Bone And I’m that nigga, Krayzie Bone, in the muthafuckin’ house