[Krayzie:]
Yo! This ya boy Krayzie Jackson man. We gon' do this one foe the n****'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 n****-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 n****, 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*** 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 s*** don't add up: I'm lookin' through a mask-"n****, give that cash up! " If it's able to be sold, I'm a sell it. If it's real s*** 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 n**** 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*** '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, n**** don't even speak. Pay me for conversation baby, 'cause my s*** 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 n****'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 n****-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 n****, 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*** 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 s*** don't add up: I'm lookin' through a mask-"n****, give that cash up! " If it's able to be sold, I'm a sell it. If it's real s*** 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 n**** 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*** '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, n**** don't even speak. Pay me for conversation baby, 'cause my s*** 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]