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Money Or Murder - Spice 1

Written by：Spice 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 whats up 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 want to start shittin' fo'

Now if the bitch wasn't tough I wouldn'ta have to hurt her

But f**k that shit when it's money or murder

Money or murder

Money or murder

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' one hundred 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 f**ked

Shot him in the throat as he smashed into a back truck

F**ked

Now was it money or murder

Money or murder

Money or murder

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 f**ked in the game

Some niggas don't know

He want to pump my gas but I think I seen a forty four

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 f**k with my finger on a chrome trigger

Nigga want to see my blood waste

But little did he know he was f**kin' with a nut case

He tried to pull a forty four

But soon as he reached I f**ked 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