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 homie, Tay, at home/
Polishin' tha MAC-10 chrome/
Gotta a lick we can hit, so call the clique/
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 rest of my thugs/
And straight on a mission for Colla' and Mo now/
Choke, when I hit the bong/
Finna ride, like everyday wit four more thugs I'ma roll wit and stroll wit until we get up in the grave, and lay/
Pullin in the driveway, we spotted the place and quickly rolled up/
Gotta make that money man/
Hopped out of the ride, said "Flesh done showed up"/
Buck, Buck, and a kaboom/
So drop it all done, when I enter the room, them doomed/
And I shakin the dice, and hittin me natural zone/ Them fools, and I'm lookin lovely/ You better not think its 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/
pPck 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 doin it for the love of the money
-Chorus-
-Eazy E-
Standin' on the corner straight slangin' rocks/
Aw Man Here comes a crooked ass cops/
So I dash, I ducks, and I hides behind a tree/
Makin' sure the po-po's, 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, I still don't trust em/
Now my game is tight, tight as hell is my game/
Eazy-E, CPT, or Eric Wright it's all the same/
Now those might trip on how I stacks my grip/
I got to have it, yea/ For the love of this this, stupid suckas!
-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 I makin' me grip witta me clique/
Rollin' with Ruthless, the thug I be/
Me put 'em in mud, buck 'em, and pump bud/
For the love of money, with nothin to lose, rollin with True's/ Bailin with thugs, it's goin down/ Steady pump and peel rounds, runnin' with a me gang/
Bang, gotta make that money man/
It's still the same/
Steady runnin' thang wild, and follow me now/
While I take you up into the darkside of me run/
See, put it 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/ Krayzie was bailin with thugs that wanted to get paid/ Runnin to my side, lil' thugsta, Ripsta, both on the mission for money/ You give up the cash, now drop it down fast/ Cause me and my partner was hungry/ And, if you stallin you might catch a blow to the temple And um, Bone raw doggin, just make this life simple and run/ No this was indo, me fill em' with bang and dump em' in rivers/ Remember, me peel ya now/ I might wanna dig ya, so deep in a ditch and wit'cha cause trick was slippin, and rip ya/ So bucked up now/ Steady robbin and stealin makin' a killin'/ But a thug peelin', needin a million/ Makin me money where the thugs be chillin'/ For the money, these fools be sellin, Cleveland/ Where you find a thug off in braids and skullies/ And when I stick em, lick em/ Remember, I get em up for the love of money
Recorded for the Bone Thugs~n~Harmony album Creepin On Ah Come Up (Edited)/ Available on the Bone Thugs~n~Harmony albums Creepin On Ah Come Up (Edited) and The Collection, Volume 1 (Edited)