Spice 1 - Money or Murder lyrics

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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 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 '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 hoe

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