Lyric Money or Murder
[ VERSE 1 ]
Rollin down the block smokin endo
I got the glock and I m headed for the liquor sto
Rollin up slowly, feelin on my gold teeth
And one of these niggas said they know me
He looked kinda familiar
But nigga, don t step too close, I might kill ya
I couldn t really tell who he was
But I ain t really trippin, cause the dank got a nigga buzzed
I hop out of my shit and lock the car do
As I step into the store I m starin at some hard hoe
She said wassup , like a nigga, to me
I walked to the back and fired up my doobie
Should I get St. Ides or Olde E?
Looked up, some niggas runnin at me, bout 4 deep
Runnin up on Spice 1 ain t wise
Whip a nigga ass with some St. Ides
Ran up out the liquor store
Grabbed my gat and licked a hoe
Now what they wanna start shittin fo ?
Now if the bitch wasn t tough, I wouldn ta have to hurt her
But fuck that shit when it s money or murder
Money or murder (2x)
[ VERSE 2 ]
I smashed out the parkin lot, hoes watched
As I shipped another bullet to this bitch s dock
I sailed off like a yacht
Now that s one nigga with a forty concussion and a bitch popped
So what s next in this episode?
Fo niggas hop up in a Cutlass and chase me down the road
I hit 580 like the last time
And I m gettin kinda short on my gas line
Doin 100 in my five-o
Buckshot shatter blast out my window
Now they think they got me
So I slow down with my finger on the glock, gee
Pulled up on the side
Shootin at the nigga that I busted with the St. Ides
And since I couldn t lose, gee
I tried to run his ass off the road like the movies
And that s about the time that he s fucked
Shot him in the throat as he smashed into a back truck
Fucked
Now was it money or murder?
Money or murder (2x)
[ VERSE 3 ]
I m in the cut, late night
Some niggas had a argument, a squab, but they didn t fight
I m watchin niggas die over cocaine
Bullet to the brain, now he s fucked in the game
Some niggas don t know
He wanna pump my gas, but I think I seen a .44
I figured it s a jack, because instead
Of gas, he wanted to pump me full of lead
So now I need a murder plan
Reach under the seat with my left hand
He walked up lookin funny at a nigga
I m sittin calm as fuck with my finger on a chrome trigger
Nigga wanna see my blood waste
But little did he know he was fuckin with a nut case
He tried to pull a .44
But soon as he reached I fucked him up with the car do
I got out the car and stomped his ass, gee
He said, "Please, Spice 1, don t blast me"
Close your eyes and grip your dick
I shot him int eh stomach and watched him scream like a bitch
It ain t shit to watch a nigga gut splurter
When it s money or murder
Money or murder
Rollin down the block smokin endo
I got the glock and I m headed for the liquor sto
Rollin up slowly, feelin on my gold teeth
And one of these niggas said they know me
He looked kinda familiar
But nigga, don t step too close, I might kill ya
I couldn t really tell who he was
But I ain t really trippin, cause the dank got a nigga buzzed
I hop out of my shit and lock the car do
As I step into the store I m starin at some hard hoe
She said wassup , like a nigga, to me
I walked to the back and fired up my doobie
Should I get St. Ides or Olde E?
Looked up, some niggas runnin at me, bout 4 deep
Runnin up on Spice 1 ain t wise
Whip a nigga ass with some St. Ides
Ran up out the liquor store
Grabbed my gat and licked a hoe
Now what they wanna start shittin fo ?
Now if the bitch wasn t tough, I wouldn ta have to hurt her
But fuck that shit when it s money or murder
Money or murder (2x)
[ VERSE 2 ]
I smashed out the parkin lot, hoes watched
As I shipped another bullet to this bitch s dock
I sailed off like a yacht
Now that s one nigga with a forty concussion and a bitch popped
So what s next in this episode?
Fo niggas hop up in a Cutlass and chase me down the road
I hit 580 like the last time
And I m gettin kinda short on my gas line
Doin 100 in my five-o
Buckshot shatter blast out my window
Now they think they got me
So I slow down with my finger on the glock, gee
Pulled up on the side
Shootin at the nigga that I busted with the St. Ides
And since I couldn t lose, gee
I tried to run his ass off the road like the movies
And that s about the time that he s fucked
Shot him in the throat as he smashed into a back truck
Fucked
Now was it money or murder?
Money or murder (2x)
[ VERSE 3 ]
I m in the cut, late night
Some niggas had a argument, a squab, but they didn t fight
I m watchin niggas die over cocaine
Bullet to the brain, now he s fucked in the game
Some niggas don t know
He wanna pump my gas, but I think I seen a .44
I figured it s a jack, because instead
Of gas, he wanted to pump me full of lead
So now I need a murder plan
Reach under the seat with my left hand
He walked up lookin funny at a nigga
I m sittin calm as fuck with my finger on a chrome trigger
Nigga wanna see my blood waste
But little did he know he was fuckin with a nut case
He tried to pull a .44
But soon as he reached I fucked him up with the car do
I got out the car and stomped his ass, gee
He said, "Please, Spice 1, don t blast me"
Close your eyes and grip your dick
I shot him int eh stomach and watched him scream like a bitch
It ain t shit to watch a nigga gut splurter
When it s money or murder
Money or murder
