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 n***a 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***a 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 n***a 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 n***a 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 b***h 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 n***a with a forty concussion and a b***h 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 n***a 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 n***a
I'm sittin' calm as f**k with my finger on a chrome trigger
n***a 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 d**k
I shot him int eh stomach and watched him scream like a b***h
It ain't shit to watch a n***a gut splurter
When it's money or murder
Money or murder
