Foe Tha Love Of $ lyrics

Song information

Artist: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony
Album: Creepin' On Ah Come Up

Lyrics

For the love of money

[Bone thugs-n-harmony][x4]
Gotta make that money man
That money man
Still the same now

[Flesh-n-bone]
Gotta get on the grind
Pop in the clip of my 9
And bitch if you slip
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 nigga, sittin' at home
Polishin' tha mac-10 crome
Gotta a lick we can hit, so bring yo shit
Cause once again it's on
To the dome with a 5th of burb
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, 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
Putted in da driveway, wish spotted da place and quick we rolled up
Bulldozed thru the livin' room
Hop outta da car it 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?
Cuz da 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
Cuz flesh be lovin' his money

[Layzie bone]
I'm givin' up 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 my crime, and I hit up the nine-nine
Givin' up that "yeah-yo" makin' me say "yo", twenties nickles and dimes
Pick 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 gots to 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 buisness on, even though the buddah run me, stun me
Feelin' lovely, but I'm just doin' it for the love of the money

[Bone thugs-n-harmony][x4]
Gotta make that money man
That money man
Still the same now

[Eazy-e]
Standin' on the corner straight slangin' rocks
Aw shit! here comes the muthafuckin' cops!
So I dash, I ducks, and I hides behind a tree
Makin' sure the muthafuckas 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-muthafuckin-e or eric wright it's all the same
Now niggas might trip on how I stash my grip
I gotta have it bitch
For the love of this shit
Muthafucka!!

[Bone thugs-n-harmony][x4]
Gotta make that money man
That money man
Still the same now

[Bizzy bone]
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
Ya beter 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' things wild
Then 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

[Krayzie bone]
Nigga down for my thug off in this thug 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, lil' 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 stallin' you might just catch one to the temple
And um, bone raw doggin', 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 killa now
For money, me dig ya six feet in a ditch and get richer
Cause bitch you were slippin'
I'll cut ya, then rip ya, then buck ya down
Steady rollin' and stealin' makin' a killin'
Nigga drug dealin', 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 ya and lick ya, remember
I get 'em up for the love of the 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 bone, wish bone, and flesh-n-bone
And I'm that nigga, krayzie bone, in the muthafuckin' house