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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 said they know me
He looked kinda familiar
But nigg*, 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 nigg* buzzed
I hop out of my s**t and lock the car do'
As I step into the store I'm starin at some hard hoe
She said 'wassup', like a nigg*, to me
I walked to the back and fired up my doobie
Should I get St. Ides or Olde E?
Looked up, some runnin at me, 'bout 4 deep
Runnin up on Spice 1 ain't wise
Whip a nigg* as* with some St. Ides
Ran up out the liquor store
Grabbed my gat and licked a hoe
Now what they wanna start s**ttin fo'?
Now if the b*tch wasn't tough, I wouldn'ta have to hurt her
But fk that s**t 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 b*tch's dock
I sailed off like a yacht
Now that's one nigg* with a forty concussion and a b*tch popped
So what's next in this episode?
Fo' 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 nigg* that I busted with the St. Ides
And since I couldn't lose, gee
I tried to run his as* off the road like the movies
And that's about the time that he's fked
Shot him in the throat as he smashed into a back truck
fked
Now was it money or murder?
Money or murder(2x)
VERSE 3
I'm in the cut, late night
Some had a argument, a squab, but they didn't fight
I'm watchin die over cocaine
Bullet to the brain, now he's fked in the game
Some 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 nigg*
I'm sittin calm as fk with my finger on a chrome trigger
nigg* wanna see my blood waste
But little did he know he was fkin with a nut case
He tried to pull a .44
But soon as he reached I fked 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 d*ck
I shot him int eh stomach and watched him scream like a b*tch
It ain't s**t to watch a nigg* gut splurter
When it's money or murder
Money or murder