Foe Tha Love Of $ Lyrics - Creepin On Ah Come Up - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Foe the love of money 

Gotta make that money man 

It's still the same now 

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 

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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 

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Foe the love of money 

Gotta make that money man 

It's still the same now 

Gotta make that money man 

It's still the same now 

Gotta make that money man 

It's still the same now 

Gotta make that money man 

It's still the same now 

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!! 

Foe the love of money 

Gotta make that money man 

It's still the same now 

Gotta make that money man 

It's still the same now 

Gotta make that money man 

It's still the same now 

Gotta make that money man 

It's still the same now 

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