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 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 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