[ 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***as said they know me
He looked kinda familiar
But n***a, don't step too close, I might k** 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 sh** and lock the car do'
As I step into the store I'm starin at some hard ho
She said 'wa**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 n***as runnin at me, 'bout 4 deep
Runnin up on Spice 1 ain't wise
Whip a n***a a** with some St. Ides
Ran up out the liquor store
Grabbed my gat and licked a ho
Now what they wanna start sh**tin fo'?
Now if the b**h wasn't tough, I wouldn'ta have to hurt her
But f** that sh** 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**h'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' n***as hop up in a Cutla** 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***a that I busted with the St. Ides
And since I couldn't lose, gee
I tried to run his a** off the road like the movies
And that's about the time that he's f**ed
Shot him in the throat as he smashed into a back truck
f**ed
Now was it money or murder?
Money or murder (2x)
[ VERSE 3 ]
I'm in the cut, late night
Some n***as had a argument, a squab, but they didn't fight
I'm watchin n***as die over c**aine
Bullet to the brain, now he's f**ed in the game
Some n***as 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***a
I'm sittin calm as f** with my finger on a chrome trigger
n***a wanna see my blood waste
But little did he know he was f**in with a nut case
He tried to pull a .44
But soon as he reached I f**ed him up with the car do'
I got out the car and stomped his a**, 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 b**h
It ain't sh** to watch a n***a gut splurter
When it's money or murder
Money or murder