Money or Murder lyrics

[ 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 n*ggas said they know me
He looked kinda familiar
But n*gga, 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 n*gga buzzed
I hop out of my sh*t and lock the car do'
As I step into the store I'm starin at some hard ho
She said 'wassup', like a n*gga, to me
I walked to the back and fired up my doobie
Should I get St. Ides or Olde E?
Looked up, some n*ggas runnin at me, 'bout 4 deep
Runnin up on Spice 1 ain't wise
Whip a n*gga ass with some St. Ides
Ran up out the liquor store
Grabbed my gat and licked a ho
Now what they wanna start sh*ttin fo'?
Now if the b*tch wasn't tough, I wouldn'ta have to hurt her
But f*ck that sh*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 n*gga with a forty concussion and a b*tch popped
So what's next in this episode?
Fo' n*ggas 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 n*gga 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 f*cked
Shot him in the throat as he smashed into a back truck
f*cked
Now was it money or murder?

Money or murder (2x)

[ VERSE 3 ]
I'm in the cut, late night
Some n*ggas had a argument, a squab, but they didn't fight
I'm watchin n*ggas die over cocaine
Bullet to the brain, now he's f*cked in the game
Some n*ggas 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 n*gga
I'm sittin calm as f*ck with my finger on a chrome trigger
n*gga wanna see my blood waste
But little did he know he was f*ckin with a nut case
He tried to pull a .44
But soon as he reached I f*cked 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 di*k
I shot him in the stomach and watched him scream like a b*tch
It ain't sh*t to watch a n*gga gut splurter
When it's money or murder
Money or murder