Gotta make that money man, that money man/ It's 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 chrome/
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/
Pullin' in the driveway, we 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' 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/
Steady on the grind, get mine/
Stayin' down for my crime, and I hit up the nine-nine/
Givin' up that lello 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/
Fellon 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 in it for the love of the money
-Chorus-
-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 them 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 stacks my grip/
I gotta have it bitch/
For the love of this shit, MOTHAFUCKA!
-Chorus-
-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 witta me clique/
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 just 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' thangs wild, and follow me now/
While I take you up into a barrel of a gun/
See, put em up, your done/
For the bud, I run, for the love of my money
-Krayzie Bone-
Gotta get down for my thang 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, lil' nigga, Ripsta, both on the mission for money/
You give up the cash, oh, that was your ass/
Cause me and my 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 tha 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 wit cha cause bitch you were slippin'
I'll cut ya, then rip ya, then buck ya down/
Steady robbin' 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 ya and lick ya, remember/
I get 'em up for the love of money
-Krayzie Bone-Outro-
Yeah, Bone in the muthafuckin' house for the nine-quats nigga.
Yeah, rollin' with Ruthless records in this bitch.
My nigga, Layzie Bone, Bizzy Bone, Wish Bone, and Flesh-n-Bone.
And I'm that nigga, Krayzie Bone, in the muthafuckin' house.
Recorded for the Bone Thugs~n~Harmony album Creepin On Ah Come Up