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    N.W.A. / Lyrics

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    "For tha Love of $" Lyrics

    N.W.A. feat. Bone Thugs-N-Harmony and Eazy-E

    Foe tha' 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 robbing 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 niine-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
    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, 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 buddah run me, stun me
    Feelin' lovely, but I'm just in it for he love of the money


    Standin' on the corner straight slangin' rocks
    Aw 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 draws, I had to pause
    And yeah, it's still motherfuck '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 stash my grip
    I gotta have it bitch
    For the love of this shit


    When dough got 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
    Ya better respect rip, or ya 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' thang 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, lil' nigga, ripsta, both on the mission for money
    You give u 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 tha 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
    Steayd rodin' and stealin' makin' a killin'
    Nigga drug dealin', 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 for the love of the money
    For the love of money

    Yeah, bone in the motherfucking 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
    This song was submitted on November 23rd, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc..
    Written by Anthony Henderson, Bryon Mccane, Christopher Wallace, Sean Combs, Steven Howse, Steven Jordan.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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