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 ho 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 ho 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