Ant Banks - Money or Murder lyrics

[ 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