[Krayzie:]
Yo! This ya boy Krayzie Jackson man. We gon' do this one foe the nigga's out there goin' hard foe that money.
I go hard foe my money. Anything to get me paid. Go hard foe my money. I'm a go and get it man. I go hard foe my money. I'm a grind all night. Hard; I go hard. [x2]
Twenty-fo'-seven I'm a rankin' in my Frank-lin's. I'm just try'na make ends meet nigga-break bread. So lay there, play dead while I shake 'em down. Rippin' ya pockets takin' ya profit-don't make a sound. If murda made me richa nigga, then I'd be a killa. If robbin' rappa's was my practice I'd know how to get'cha. I'm from the struggle, so you know what is in my blood to hustle. I gotta make somethin' bubble, while I muscle through the jungle. My everyday itinerary could be pinned scary; but yes it's necessary. We take penitentary chances. F*ck it, what's the risk? Especially one that can advance me. I need to put a payment down on my circumstances. (Yeah!) I do the math but if the shit don't add up: I'm lookin' through a mask-"Nigga, give that cash up! " If it's able to be sold, I'm a sell it. If it's real shit to be told, then I'm a tell it. Betta belie' that.
I go hard foe my money. Anything to get me paid. Go hard foe my money. I'm a go and get it man. I go hard foe my money. I'm a grind all night. Hard; I go hard. [x2]
We not only try'na eat partna, we try'na feast. A nigga get violent if you tryin' to deny me my peace. After decease you be the first to meet the Smith 'n' Wesson. When I'm feelin' Hell-ish and rebellion, boy I split ya melon. Cash rules everything around me-cream! Get the money. If ya gotta put the beam on 'em- plug 'em (F*ck 'em). Record executives take heat to this early warnin': you play with' the paper, betta believe we puttin' the hurtin' on ya. Droppin' the curtain on ya- your future is certain murda. Killa, killa, killa, killa. Murda, murda, murda! Try'na stack millions is my mission- that's confirmative. And I hate to break up ya shine, but it's my turn to live. If ya'll ain't talkin' about no money, nigga don't even speak. Pay me for conversation baby, 'cause my shit ain't free-style? Hell, you lay some paper on the table I'm a flow with' it. If there's scrilla to be collected then I'm a sure get it.
I go hard foe my money. Anything to get me paid. Go hard foe my money. I'm a go and get it man. I go hard foe my money. I'm a grind all night. Hard; I go hard. [x2]
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[Krayzie:]
Yo! This ya boy Krayzie Jackson man. We gon' do this one foe the nigga's out there goin' hard foe that money.
I go hard foe my money. Anything to get me paid. Go hard foe my money. I'm a go and get it man. I go hard foe my money. I'm a grind all night. Hard; I go hard. [x2]
Twenty-fo'-seven I'm a rankin' in my Frank-lin's. I'm just try'na make ends meet nigga-break bread. So lay there, play dead while I shake 'em down. Rippin' ya pockets takin' ya profit-don't make a sound. If murda made me richa nigga, then I'd be a killa. If robbin' rappa's was my practice I'd know how to get'cha. I'm from the struggle, so you know what is in my blood to hustle. I gotta make somethin' bubble, while I muscle through the jungle. My everyday itinerary could be pinned scary; but yes it's necessary. We take penitentary chances. F*ck it, what's the risk? Especially one that can advance me. I need to put a payment down on my circumstances. (Yeah!) I do the math but if the shit don't add up: I'm lookin' through a mask-"Nigga, give that cash up! " If it's able to be sold, I'm a sell it. If it's real shit to be told, then I'm a tell it. Betta belie' that.
I go hard foe my money. Anything to get me paid. Go hard foe my money. I'm a go and get it man. I go hard foe my money. I'm a grind all night. Hard; I go hard. [x2]
We not only try'na eat partna, we try'na feast. A nigga get violent if you tryin' to deny me my peace. After decease you be the first to meet the Smith 'n' Wesson. When I'm feelin' Hell-ish and rebellion, boy I split ya melon. Cash rules everything around me-cream! Get the money. If ya gotta put the beam on 'em- plug 'em (F*ck 'em). Record executives take heat to this early warnin': you play with' the paper, betta believe we puttin' the hurtin' on ya. Droppin' the curtain on ya- your future is certain murda. Killa, killa, killa, killa. Murda, murda, murda! Try'na stack millions is my mission- that's confirmative. And I hate to break up ya shine, but it's my turn to live. If ya'll ain't talkin' about no money, nigga don't even speak. Pay me for conversation baby, 'cause my shit ain't free-style? Hell, you lay some paper on the table I'm a flow with' it. If there's scrilla to be collected then I'm a sure get it.
I go hard foe my money. Anything to get me paid. Go hard foe my money. I'm a go and get it man. I go hard foe my money. I'm a grind all night. Hard; I go hard. [x2]
Yo! This ya boy Krayzie Jackson man. We gon' do this one foe the nigga's out there goin' hard foe that money.
I go hard foe my money. Anything to get me paid. Go hard foe my money. I'm a go and get it man. I go hard foe my money. I'm a grind all night. Hard; I go hard. [x2]
Twenty-fo'-seven I'm a rankin' in my Frank-lin's. I'm just try'na make ends meet nigga-break bread. So lay there, play dead while I shake 'em down. Rippin' ya pockets takin' ya profit-don't make a sound. If murda made me richa nigga, then I'd be a killa. If robbin' rappa's was my practice I'd know how to get'cha. I'm from the struggle, so you know what is in my blood to hustle. I gotta make somethin' bubble, while I muscle through the jungle. My everyday itinerary could be pinned scary; but yes it's necessary. We take penitentary chances. F*ck it, what's the risk? Especially one that can advance me. I need to put a payment down on my circumstances. (Yeah!) I do the math but if the shit don't add up: I'm lookin' through a mask-"Nigga, give that cash up! " If it's able to be sold, I'm a sell it. If it's real shit to be told, then I'm a tell it. Betta belie' that.
I go hard foe my money. Anything to get me paid. Go hard foe my money. I'm a go and get it man. I go hard foe my money. I'm a grind all night. Hard; I go hard. [x2]
We not only try'na eat partna, we try'na feast. A nigga get violent if you tryin' to deny me my peace. After decease you be the first to meet the Smith 'n' Wesson. When I'm feelin' Hell-ish and rebellion, boy I split ya melon. Cash rules everything around me-cream! Get the money. If ya gotta put the beam on 'em- plug 'em (F*ck 'em). Record executives take heat to this early warnin': you play with' the paper, betta believe we puttin' the hurtin' on ya. Droppin' the curtain on ya- your future is certain murda. Killa, killa, killa, killa. Murda, murda, murda! Try'na stack millions is my mission- that's confirmative. And I hate to break up ya shine, but it's my turn to live. If ya'll ain't talkin' about no money, nigga don't even speak. Pay me for conversation baby, 'cause my shit ain't free-style? Hell, you lay some paper on the table I'm a flow with' it. If there's scrilla to be collected then I'm a sure get it.
I go hard foe my money. Anything to get me paid. Go hard foe my money. I'm a go and get it man. I go hard foe my money. I'm a grind all night. Hard; I go hard. [x2]