*featuring Eazy-E
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Foe tha' love of money
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Gotta make that money man
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It's still the same now
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Gotta get on the grind
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Pop in the clip of my nine
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And bitch if you slip
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You hit the chalk and fall in the night time
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Gotta get mine
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Ain't takin no shorts or no losses
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Hop on the phone
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Callin' my nigga sin at home
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Polishin' that MAC-10 crome
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Gotta a lick so bring yo shit
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Cause once again it's on
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To the dome with a fifth of burb
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we wig to the curb so we swerve
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And rolled out to pick up the triple six thug
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And follow the murder for robbin the dooehouse
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Smoke jump outta me bong
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So high, now comin' to slay with four grenades and a gauge
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I'm a play, watch all 'em fall in the grave and lay
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Pullin' in the driveway, Wish spotted the place and quickly rolled up
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Bulldozed through the living room
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Hopped out of the car and started to blow up
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Buck, Buck, and a kaboom
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Me blew all them bodies all over the room
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Them doomed
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And gotta move fast, why?
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The po-po's comin'
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Snatch up me yummy
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So nigga don't think it's funny
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I'm comin' up quick in the niine-quat
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Cause Flesh be lovin' this money
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I'm given uo love to the hustlas
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All them St.Clair thugstas makin' that money stayin' on your feet
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And you better believe gotta have that cheese
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For the green leaves, never catch me sleep
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Stay on the grind, get mine
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Stayin' down for mine crime, and I hit up the nine-nine
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Givin' up that llelo, makin' me sale, twenties nickles and dimes
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Beat up and stick up a lick up, that two-eleven
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Gotta get what's mine, then bailin'
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Me kickin' up dust, I'm trailin
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Feelin one-eight-seven
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That's how it is, and I gotsta have it in the nine-quat
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Mission to check a mill and still be real
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Thuggin' on the glock-glock,creepin on a come up
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Won't sleep till I'm done up
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Gotta blaze me blunt up, hunt up another plot and scheme
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Gotta make some green, cause soldiers nut up, What up?
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Gotta get that buisness on, even though the buddah run me, stun me
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Feelin' lovely, but I'm just in it for he love of the money
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[Chorus]
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Standin' on the corner straight slangin' rocks
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Aw ahit! Here comes the muthafuckin' cops!
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So I dash, I ducks, and I hides behind a tree
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Makin' sure the muthafuckas don't see me
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Now my fat sack of rocks hell yeah i stuffed 'em
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Police on my draws, i had to pause
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And yeah, it's still muthafuck 'em
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Now my game is tight, tight as fuck is my game
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Easy muthafuckin E or Eric Wright it's all the same
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Now niggas might trip on how I stash my grip
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I gotta have it bitch
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For the love of this shit
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MUTHAFUCKA!!
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[Chorus]
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When dough got me thugsta, thuggish ways, down for my crime everytime
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Follow me down the nine-nine, and you will find all of me kind
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Check out the ripsta, now, drop down
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Run 'em up outta me hood
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Rip's straight when makin' me grip wiht me click
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Rollin' with Ruthless, the thug I be
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Me put 'em in mud, buck 'em, and pump blood
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Got nothing to lose, bitch
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Ya beter respect Rip, or ya best check this slug
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It's goin' down steady pump and peel rounds, gunnin' with a me gang
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Bang, gotta make that money man
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It's still the same
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Steady runnin' thang wild, and follow me now
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While I take you up into a barrel of a gun, see
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For the dub you're done
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For the bud, I run, for the love of my money
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Nigga down for my thug off in this game
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So peep as me creep and me crawlin' off on the mission to back in the
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days
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When niggas was bailin' with sawed-offs and wanted to get paid
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Runnin' to my side, lil' nigga, Ripsta, both on the mission for money
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You give u the cash, oh, that was your ass
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Cause me and me nigga was hungary
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And bitch, if you're stallin' you might just catch one to the temple
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And um, Bone raw doggin', so nigga just make tha shit simple and run
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To catch one nigga me fill 'em with bullets and dump 'em in rivers
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Remember, me killa now
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For money, me dig ya six feet in a ditch and get richer
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Cause bitch you were slippin'
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I'll cut ya, then rip ya, then buck ya down
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Steayd rodin' and stealin' makin' a killin'
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Nigga drugdealin', needin a million
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Hustlin' drugs when the thugs be chillin'
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