Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Foe Tha Love Of $ , by - Eazy-E. Release date: 20.06.1994
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Foe Tha Love Of $ |
| For 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 |
| Gotta get on the grind |
| Pop in the clip of my nine |
| And bitch if you slip |
| hit the chalk and fall in the night time |
| Gotta get mine |
| Ain’t taking no shorts or no losses |
| Hop on the phone |
| Call up my nigga, sittin' at home |
| Polishin' that MAC-10 chrome |
| Got a lick we can hit so bring yo shit |
| 'cause once again it’s on |
| To the dome with a fifth of Bourb' |
| my wig to the curb |
| so we swerve and rolled out |
| to pick up the triple six thug |
| And follow the murder for robbing the dope-house |
| Smoke up outta me bong so high, |
| now comin' to slay |
| with four grenades |
| and a gauge I’m 'a play, |
| watch all of '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 up 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 |
| Steady on the grind, get mine |
| Stayin' down for mine crime, and I hit up the nine-nine |
| Givin' up that yayo, 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 trailing |
| 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 'til I’m done up |
| Gotta blaze me a 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 the love of the 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 |
| Oh, shit! |
| Here comes the motherfuckin' 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 drawers, I had to pause |
| And yeah, it’s still motherfuck 'em |
| Now my game is tight, tight as fuck is my game |
| Eazy-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! |
| 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 |
| Been talking 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 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 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' 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 |
| Gotta get down for my thing 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, little nigga Ripsta, both on the mission for money |
| You give up the cash, oh, that was your ass |
| 'cause me and me 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 killer now |
| For money, me dig you six feet in a ditch and get richer |
| 'cause, bitch, you were slippin' |
| I’ll cut you, and rip you, then buck you down |
| Steady robbin' and stealin' makin' a killin' |
| Nigga drug-dealin', needing 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 |
| Yeah, Bone in the motherfuckin' house for the nine-quats nigga |
| Yeah, rollin' with Ruthless in this bitch |
| My nigga Layzie Bone, Bizzy Bone, Wish Bone, And Flesh-n-Bone |
| And I’m that nigga, Krayzie Bone, in the motherfuckin' house |