Lyrics: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony: Creepin On Ah Come Up: Foe Tha Love Of $ (Featuring Eazy-E)
Chorus: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony / Jewell
For the love of money
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 nine
And bitch if you slip
You hit the chalk and fall in the nighttime
Gotta get mine
Ain’t takin’ no shorts or no losses
Hop on the phone
Callin’ my nigga Sin
At home polishin’ the MAC-1O chrome
Gotta lick we can hit
So bring your shit
‘Cause once again it’s on
To the dome with a fifth of burb
My wig to the curb
So we swerve and rolled out to pick up the triple-six thug
And follow the murda for robbin’ the dopehouse
Smoke jump outta me bong
So high
Now comin’ to slay with four grenades and a gauge I’ma 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
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 yayo
Makin’ me sale
Twenties nickels 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 ah come up
Won’t sleep ’til I’m done up
Gotta blaze me blunt up
Hunt up another plot and scheme
Gotta make some green
‘Cause souljahs 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 the love of the money
Chorus: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony / Jewell
For the love of money
Gotta make that money man
That money man
It’s 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
Eazy-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
Muthafucka
Chorus
Gotta make that money man
That money man
It’s still the same now
Bizzy Bone
Been doggin’ 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 I’m makin’ me grip
With uh me click
Rollin’ with Ruthless
The thug I be
Me put ’em in mud
Buck ’em and pump blood
Got nothin’ to lose bitch
You better respect Rip
Or you 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
For the dub, you’re done
For the bud I run
For the love of my money
Krayzie Bone
Nigga down for my thang
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 if 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 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 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
Steady robbin’ 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 you and lick you
Remember I get ’em up 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 Bone, Wish Bone, and Flesh-n-Bone. And I’m that nigga, Krayzie Bone, in the muthafuckin’ house.
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