Lyrical Breakdown of Foe the Love of Money (feat. Eazy-E) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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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 b if you slip You hit the chalk and fall in the night time Gotta get mine Ain't takin no shorts or no losses Hop on the phone Callin' my n sin at home Polishin' that mac-10 crome Gotta a lick so bring yo s 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 n don't think it's funny I'm comin' up quick in the niine-quat Cause flesh be lovin' this money I'm given uo 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 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, creepin 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 ahit! here comes the muthafin' cops! So I dash, I ducks, and I hides behind a tree Makin' sure the muthafas 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 muthaf 'em Now my game is tight, tight as f is my game Easy muthafin e or eric wright it's all the same Now ns might trip on how I stash my grip I gotta have it b For the love of this s Muthafa! 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, b 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' 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 N 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 ns was bailin' with sawed-offs and wanted to get paid Runnin' to my side, lil' n, ripsta, both on the mission for money You give you the cash, oh, that was your a Cause me and me n was hungry And b, if you're stallin' you might just catch one to the temple And um, bone raw doggin', so n just make tha s simple and run To catch one n 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 b you were slippin' I'll cut ya, then rip ya, then buck ya down Stayed rollin' and stealin' makin' a killin' N drug-dealin', needing a million Hustlin' drugs when the thugs be chillin' For the money, these ns be sellin' off in the cut Where you find a n 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 muthafin' house for the nine-quats n Yeah, rollin' with ruthless records in this b My ns, Layzie Bone, Bizzy Bone, wish bone, and flesh-n-bone And I'm that n, Krayzie Bone, in the muthafin' house