Foe Tha Love Of $ - Bone Thugs-n-harmony Lyrics - Show Me The Money: Hip Hop Pays - Jay-z

Foe tha love of $ 

Gotta make that money, man 

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 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 

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And rolled out to pick up the triple-six thug 

And follow the murder for robbin' the dope house 

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 livin' room 

Hopped out of the car and started to blow up 

Buck, buck and a kabloom, 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, this money 

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 

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Stay on the grind, get mine, stayin' down for my crime 

And I hit up the nine nine, givin' up that 1lello 

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 a 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 soldiers nut up, what up? 

Gotta get that business on 

Even though the buddah run me 

Stun me, feelin' lovely but I'm just in it for the 

Foe tha love of $ 

Foe tha love of $ 

Gotta make that money, man 

That money, man 

It's still the same, now 

Standin' on the corner, straight slangin' rocks 

Aw, shit, here comes the muthafuckin' cops 

So I dash, I duck 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 

Gotta make that money, man 

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 I'm makin' me grip with a me click 

Rollin' with Ruthless, the thug I be 

Me put 'em in mud, buck 'em and pump blood 

Got nothin' to lose, bitch, ya better respect Rip 

Or ya 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 ya 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 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, oh, 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 ya six feet in a ditch and get richer 

'Cause bitch, you were slippin', I'll cut ya, then rip ya 

Then buck ya down, steady robbin' 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 ya 

And lick ya, remember 

I get 'em up foe tha love of $ 

Foe tha love of $ 

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