Krayzie Bone - Til My Money Right Lyrics
9 to 5, I’m on the grind, I won’t slow down till my money right,Hey, 9 to 5, I’m on the grind, I won’t slow down till my money right,9 to 5, I’m on the grind, I won’t slow down till my money right, (right, right),Won’t slow down till my money right,Hey, 9 to 5, I’m on the grind, I won’t slow down till my money right, (right , right),Won’t slow down till my money right,Hey, 9 to 5, I’m on the grind, I won’t slow down till my money right, (right, right),Won’t slow down till my money right,Hey, 9 to 5, I’m on the grind, I won’t slow down till my money right, (right, right),Won’t slow down till my money rightVerse 1:You see I gotta get involved, cuz I know I can’t ball,And if I ain’t in charge, im comin up and just stall,Gotta get up and get it till I get it all,I’m tryna get me some business and get up out of yalls,Running through the dark and my car hard,See me dip through the park when the cop car dark,Haters keep me sharp, they do the hard part,But I scrape the block, on to the backyard,I’m attacking the game, just like a great white shark,Relax through the day, and get that late night star,When it’s time to paper chase it, I’m motivated by far,And if I’m irritated maybe Kray might spark, cuz I fight for it,Can’t stop till the casket drop, or they cash me out,And every time I come up on the fastest route,Sucka tryna get in my fare, feel my wrath when I blast your mouthe,Mashed about wit a mean mug, on the scene with green leaves when you need thugs,On the creep for police when they creep us,Tryna step up off ??, and seize us, we believers,That ya gotta do everyday thang, to make change,I don’t think that I’ll retire, cuz I’ll be grinding while I’m dyingChorusVerse 2:Man I really wanna get myself together, I don’t wanna be a loser, I want to move up,I wanna floss with the big boys, lookin at every hood these hard times proved to be too much,In a race, in a chase for the devils treasure, got me some pleasure,I can’t have him in my life, I really get fed up,Spending my nights, tryna figure out how to man up,And living aint right, so I gotta get the plan up, and keep it tight,I gotta be a stand-up dude, if the plan don’t move,I’ll never get ahead, then it’s hell on you, when I bail on dude,Then it’s back to grinding, you a little dirty, it’ll keep me shining, stayin alive,Running up and taking whats mine, say whats up to the man God, It’s that guy with the mad eye,Aint a thang down here, but we move with the muscle, and do the hustle, shuffle,And maintain down here in the jungle, struggles, really all I know,I might be the most desperate dude that you ever known,Im kinda like a rolling stone, where I lay my hat is my home
