Bishop G. E. Patterson brought indispenible evidence of our need to provide extended ministries. In his prerogative as leader, he re-enforced our position in charitable giving and socail ministries with the creation of COGIC Charities. He engineered new efforts in the realm of philanthropy and evangelism. He could be heard saying,"How can I preach when the vicissitudes of life are destorying the people?" When hurricanes Rita and Katrina ravaged the nation, the plea of the Presiding Bishop was appreciated. It was exraordinary that faith preaching and practical realities of the Gospel prepared the Church of God in Christ to help alleviate the pain and suffering of countness people during the aftermath of the storms.
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Bishop G.E. Patterson Lyrics
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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 timeGotta 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
[Chorus]
Standin' on the corner straight slangin' rocks
Aw ahit! here comes the muthaf***in' cops!
So I dash, I ducks, and I hides behind a tree
Makin' sure the muthaf***as 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 muthaf***in e or eric wright it's all the same
Now n****s might trip on how I stash my grip
I gotta have it b****
For the love of this s***
Muthaf***a!
[Chorus]
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 n****s 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 n****s 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 muthaf***in' house for the nine-quats n****
Yeah, rollin' with ruthless records in this b****
My n****s, Layzie Bone, Bizzy Bone, wish bone, and flesh-n-bone
And I'm that n****, Krayzie Bone, in the muthaf***in' house
The lyrics of Bishop G.E. Patterson's song profoundly delve into the themes of survival, ambition, and the harsh realities of street life, contrasting the love of money with the inherent dangers of a thug lifestyle. The repeated reference to the "love of money" encapsulates a driving force that compels individuals to engage in illicit activities, often leading to a cycle of violence, crime, and ultimately, self-destruction. The struggles depicted in the lyrics depict a world where individuals feel they have no choice but to resort to crime to attain financial stability, reflecting a broader commentary on socio-economic conditions that necessitate such desperate measures.
As the lyrics unfold, they paint a picture of life on the streets characterized by a constant need for vigilance. The imagery of hiding from the police, the presence of weapons, and the casualness with which violence is discussed illustrate a harsh environment that is riddled with danger. The line referencing "Pop in the clip of my nine" speaks to the necessity of readiness in a world where betrayal and danger lurk around every corner. This mentality of being prepared for conflict underscores a pervasive anxiety that shapes the lives of those within this gritty reality. The juxtaposition of the thrill of the hustle with the grim prospects of a violent end weighs heavily in the words, highlighting the paradox of seeking wealth in such an unstable life.
Moreover, the lyrics present a dichotomy between camaraderie among "hustlers" and the solitude that violence can impose. The call to "stay on the grind" reflects a communal ethos, where individuals band together not only to survive but to thrive within a competitive environment. Yet, the constant reference to the consequences of violence—hastening to avoid police capture and the threat of death or imprisonment—calls into question the very essence of this camaraderie. It suggests an underlying fear that betrays the bonds formed within this life, as survival often pits friends against one another in a struggle for limited resources.
In conclusion, the song not only draws attention to the allure of quick financial gain but also embeds a cautionary tale about the price one pays for such pursuits. The potent imagery of crime and confrontation serves as a reflection on systemic issues and personal choices that entrap individuals in cycles of poverty and violence. Through the lens of these lyrics, listeners are invited to explore the complexities of life defined by the "love of money," where dreams of wealth are shadowed by the specter of defeat, thereby creating a narrative that compels both empathy and reflection. The overarching sentiment—"it's still the same"—reiterates the unchanging nature of these struggles, suggesting that despite the passage of time, the societal issues driving this lifestyle remain unaddressed and urgent.
Line by Line Meaning
Foe tha' love of money
For the sake of financial gain
Gotta make that money man
It's essential to earn money
It's still the same now
The need for money remains unchanged
Gotta get on the grind
I must work hard and hustle
Pop in the clip of my nine
Load my firearm in preparation
And b**** if you slip
And if you make a mistake
You hit the chalk and fall in the night time
You'll face dire consequences under the cover of darkness
Gotta get mine
I must secure what's rightfully mine
Ain't takin no shorts or no losses
I'm not accepting any losses or compromises
Hop on the phone
I need to make a call urgently
Callin' my n**** sin at home
Contacting my partner who is waiting
Polishin' that mac-10 crome
Cleaning my MAC-10 firearm
Gotta a lick so bring yo s***
I have a target in mind, so prepare your gear
Cause once again it's on
Because we're about to engage in action once more
To the dome with a fifth of burb
Ready to aim at the target while consuming bourbon
We wig to the curb so we swerve
We quickly maneuver to the side as we drive
And rolled out to pick up the triple six thug
We left to gather our associated criminal
And follow the murder for robbin the dooehouse
To pursue the act of robbery involving violence
Smoke jump outta me bong
Smoke is escaping from my bong
So high, now comin' to slay with four grenades and a gauge
Feeling elevated, I'm prepared for battle equipped with grenades and a shotgun
I'm a play, watch all 'em fall in the grave and lay
I'm about to take action while others meet their fate
Pullin' in the driveway, wish spotted the place and quickly rolled up
Arriving at the location; swiftly identifying and approaching it
Bulldozed through the living room
Crashing into the interior space forcefully
Hopped out of the car and started to blow up
Exited the vehicle and began to unleash violence
Buck, buck, and a kaboom
Gunfire followed by an explosive sound
Me blew all them bodies all over the room
I've caused chaos and casualties throughout the area
Them doomed
They are fated for destruction
And gotta move fast, why?
I must hurry, and the reason is clear
The po-po's comin'
The police are on their way
Snatch up me yummy
They might seize my belongings
So n**** don't think it's funny
It's no joke, so take this seriously
I'm comin' up quick in the niine-quat
I'm rapidly advancing in this criminal world
Cause flesh be lovin' this money
I have a deep craving for financial success
I'm given uo love to the hustlas
I dedicate my respect to those who hustle
All them st.clair thugstas makin' that money stayin' on your feet
To all the gangsters working hard to earn money while staying active
And you better believe gotta have that cheese
You need to understand the necessity of money
For the green leaves, never catch me sleep
To fund my desires, I must always stay vigilant
Stay on the grind, get mine
Continue working hard to earn what belongs to me
Stayin' down for mine crime, and I hit up the nine-nine
Loyal to my criminal activities and checking in with my crew
Givin' up that llelo, makin' me sale, twenties nickles and dimes
Distributing drugs and making small transactions
Beat up and stick up a lick up, that two-eleven
Performing robbery, typically for quick cash
Gotta get what's mine, then bailin'
I must acquire my share and then escape
Me kickin' up dust, I'm trailin
I'm causing disruption as I continue
Feelin one-eight-seven
In a mindset ready for murder
That's how it is, and I gotsta have it in the nine-quat
This is my reality, and I need to succeed in this lifestyle
Mission to check a mill and still be real
Aiming to accumulate a million while staying authentic
Thuggin' on the glock-glock, creep in on a come-up
Engaging in criminal activity while quietly planning my rise
Won't sleep till I'm done up
I won't rest until my objectives are fulfilled
Gotta blaze me blunt up, hunt up another plot and scheme
I need to smoke to relax while devising another plan
Gotta make some green, cause soldiers nut up, what up?
It's essential to earn money because men prepare for battle, what’s going on?
Gotta get that business on, even though the buddah run me, stun me
I must handle my affairs even while faced with challenges
Feelin' lovely, but I'm just in it for he love of the money
I feel good, but my true motivation is financial gain
[Chorus] Standin' on the corner straight slangin' rocks
[Chorus] Selling drugs openly on the street corner
Aw ahit! here comes the muthaf***in' cops!
Oh no! The police are approaching
So I dash, I ducks, and I hides behind a tree
I quickly run and hide to evade capture
Makin' sure the muthaf***as don't see me
Ensuring that the police do not notice my presence
Now my fat sack of rocks hell yeah I stuffed 'em
I have concealed a large quantity of drugs
Police on my draws, I had to pause
With the police close by, I had to stop moving
And yeah, it's still muthaf*** 'em
And I still have disdain for them
Now my game is tight, tight as f*** is my game
My operation is organized and very effective
Easy muthaf***in e or eric wright it's all the same
Whether it's Easy E or Eric Wright, it's essentially the same story
Now n****s might trip on how I stash my grip
Others might question my methods of hiding my firearm
I gotta have it b****
I need this money, no matter what
For the love of this s***
Driven by my passion for this lifestyle
Muthaf***a!
A strong exclamation to assert my point
[Chorus] When dough got me thugsta, thuggish ways, down for my crime every time
[Chorus] When money drives me, I embody the thug lifestyle and am committed to my criminal activities consistently
Follow me down the nine-nine, and you will find all of me kind
Join me on this path, and you'll see others like me
Check out the ripsta, now, drop down
Pay attention to the ruthless, now take cover
Run 'em up outta me hood
Drive out those who don't belong in my neighborhood
Rip's straight when makin' me grip with me click
I am straight up when making money with my crew
Rollin' with ruthless, the thug I be
I associate with a hard group, and I identify as a thug
Me put 'em in mud, buck 'em, and pump blood
I confront them violently and cause severe harm
Got nothing to lose, b****
I have everything to gain and nothing to lose
Ya better respect rip, or ya best check this slug
You should show respect or face serious consequences
It's goin' down steady pump and peel rounds, gunnin' with a me gang
It's escalating as I and my crew fire weapons steadily
Bang, gotta make that money man
I must carry on with this violence to secure financial gain
It's still the same
The pursuit of money remains constant
Steady runnin' thing wild, and follow me now
Continuing reckless pursuits, now accompany me
While I take you up into a barrel of a gun, see
Allow me to introduce you to the dangers of violence
For the dub you're done
For a small sum, you may find yourself in trouble
For the bud, I run, for the love of my money
I'm actively pursuing my goals fueled by the need for wealth
N**** down for my thug off in this game
I’m fully committed to this criminal lifestyle
So peep as me creep and me crawlin' off on the mission to back in the days
Watch as I stealthily carry out missions reminiscent of the past
When n****s was bailin' with sawed-offs and wanted to get paid
During a time when people would resort to violent methods for monetary gain
Runnin' to my side, lil' n****, ripsta, both on the mission for money
My partner and I are both seeking financial success
You give you the cash, oh, that was your a**
If you don't pay up, you'll face dire consequences
Cause me and me n**** was hungry
We were desperate for money
And b****, if you're stallin' you might just catch one to the temple
If you hesitate, you could suffer a serious injury
And um, bone raw doggin', so n**** just make tha s*** simple and run
Acting in a brutal manner, so just comply and escape
To catch one n**** me fill 'em with bullets and dump 'em in rivers
I eliminate enemies and dispose of their bodies
Remember, me killa now
Keep in mind that I am a killer
For money, me dig ya six feet in a ditch and get richer
For profit, I'd bury you and increase my wealth
Cause b**** you were slippin'
Because you were careless
I'll cut ya, then rip ya, then buck ya down
I'll harm you severely, possibly fatally
Stayed rollin' and stealin' makin' a killin'
Continuing to engage in criminal activities to gain wealth
N**** drug-dealin', needing a million
Involved in drug dealing, striving for a million dollars
Hustlin' drugs when the thugs be chillin'
Selling drugs while other criminals take a break
For the money, these n****s be sellin' off in the cut
For profit, people are selling drugs discreetly
Where you find a n**** thuggin' off in braids and skullies
A place where thugs with specific styles hang out
And when I stick ya and lick ya, remember
When I ambush and rob you, keep this in mind
I get 'em up for the love of the money
I commit these acts out of my love for wealth
For the love of money
Driven by an insatiable desire for financial gain
Yeah, bone in the muthaf***in' house for the nine-quats n****
Acknowledging my presence and my crew in this violent world
Yeah, rollin' with ruthless records in this b****
Affiliated with a ruthless music label and lifestyle
My n****s, Layzie Bone, Bizzy Bone, wish bone, and flesh-n-bone
Mentioning my loyal crew members and allies
And I'm that n****, Krayzie Bone, in the muthaf***in' house
I represent myself firmly in this reckless lifestyle
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Bryon Mc Cane, Christopher Jasper, Christopher H Jasper, Ernie Isley, Marvin Isley, O'kelly Isley, Ronald Isley, Rudolph Isley
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when you pull a weapon out your inventory
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Lol
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She pulled a Link.
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Facts
@Love1isall
The virginity is strong with this one
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When Susu gets her cane with her senior discount, she's gonna have so many more opportunities for knives concealment!
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*Jacob Frye wants to sell u his cane sword
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Wait is that what that shirt means?
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Or she'll have a cane sword like Brook