Sex, Money, Murder lyrics

by

Tony Yayo


[Intro: Tony Yayo]
Yeah, 2015, n*gga
New year, new money, n*gga, new money, n*gga

[Verse 1: Tony Yayo]
Most of these n*ggas just around for the perks
f*ck it, let 'em eat like Meechi
Money, pus*y, power and work
When I die, bury me with my phone, n*gga
'Cause I ain't leavin' clientele for these ho-n*ggas
Industry today ain't about winnin' or losin'
It's 'bout makin' statements
Send my little n*gga, Sly, through the AK sh*t
I own in a while like Seymour (-)
Re-up quick, see more work
Yeah, I'm like a hippie in a past life
Me and my Crippy still high from last night
'Cause I'm a self-made gangsta
And you a self-centered wanksta

[Hook: Thirst Mulah]
Ha, comin' to the wrong town
pus*y, pus*y-n*gga got shot
Long money, f*ckin' none about
You be dead on the block
All I know is money, sex and money, murder
All I know is money, sex and money, murder
All I know is money, sex and money, murder
You be dead on the block

[Verse 2: Thirst Mulah]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, mama tried to warn me
I was 'ddicted to the street life
Mama used to scorn me
Never in the f*ckin' house, but so are street lights
Woo, red bandana-reppin'
Move around the town, man, Mel Gibson with the weapon
Diddy-boppin', got my cruise on when I'm steppin'
n*gga had to die, f*ck it, hit him with the Wesson
I'm a get this money, motherf*cker, I'm a ride out
Most these n*ggas frontin'
Leave 'em wet and get 'em dried out
Movin' and shootin', n*gga, the battleground
Everythin' you seein', better back it up
.45th on my waist, had to back 'em up
Click-class, then I throw 'em in the Caddy trunk
Move around the town, homie, like got sh*t to prove
I ain't got no life, I ain't got sh*t to lose

[Hook: Thirst Mulah]
[Verse 3: Sose]
My n*gga, y'all want a four-door, 'scule vision
I ain't even lookin' through a full scope
You trippin', n*gga think his life is a baggage claim
Strap a f*ckin' bomb to a passenger, now it's half a plane
Your destination was final
Your camp was never concentrated on the lyrics
So was death on a rival
Athena means that I'm Theano, blood embedded with tribal
Native who made it to save the day, a reign's like a cycle
A page out the Bible, break it like a paper with typos
I plead insanity, you know that I'm the range on our rifles
I'm all Michaels, Michael Myers, Michael Jackson
Moonwalkin' in your b*tch
Now she chiropractin', drive her legs in
It's so fortunate I'm scorchin' sh*t
It's apparent you're embarrassed
When I take off with your audience
Accordin' to the papers
And the statements you was caught up in
You faker than Jamaicans in Half-Baked
There's somethin' wrong with 'em

[Hook: Thirst Mulah]
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