MC Pooh - Sex, Money & Murder lyrics

Life, it's all about s**, money and murder To all those motherf**ers out there who can't deal with it You just a punk a** b**h Sex, money and murder, elements of the streets You either play the role or get your goddamn a** beat See, I can get the p**y and money is a must Try to stop me ashes to ashes, dust to dust The s**ers try to win, let the games begin Meet me, Ant Banks, Kenny Wayne and the mac 10's We were born to die any goddamn way Here last week but you're dead today No time for the bullsh**, let the bullets disperse Hospital to the morgue to the motherf**in' hearse Deep in the game since I was eleven The streets are hell, so what the f** is heaven? I'm one of the biggest baby and refuse to get took down A goddamn k**er comin' straight from the Oaktown Step out of line, it's mandatory, I hurt ya My hobbies in life, what? Sex, money and murder Sex from your b**h (Run, run up, punk) Money from the crack (d**h, d**h is a cycle) Murder is a hobby Murder, murder is a hobby Murder, murder is a hobby That I had since way back I live the life of a criminal and hustle each day Fool step wrong, live loose, get blown away The ave is the only home I knew So to get what I got, I did what I had to k**, deal, rob, I didn't give a f** You had what I needed? You was sh** out of luck A chopper is mandatory, to lose is another story Fools try to get with me, wind up history You just mad 'cause I got yo' b**h And now she's riding' on the dangerous dick And I can tell by your face, you're mad and full of steam 'Cause now your b**h is on Pooh-Man's team She's my b**h, was yo' b**h, come and s**s my dick It don't stop with this young a** trick Run up punk and watch yo' friends desert ya Because my lifestyle punk, s**, money and murder Sex from your b**h (Run, run up, punk) Money from the crack (d**h, d**h is a cycle) Murder is a hobby Murder, murder is a hobby Murder, murder is a hobby That I had since way back So much sh**, gettin' talked by the other crowd Always talkin' and don't know what the f** about I get criticized, ridiculed and other sh** But they go wild when I yell out, "b**h" So I can take a little criticism and laugh And tell the critics they can kiss my a** I ain't trippin', my money is made I kick back and I straight get paid Rated X is life, motherf** PG d**h is a factor on the Oakland street If you can't deal with life, don't f** with my rap It's like this 'cause it happen like that Sex from your b**h, money from the crack Murder is a hobby that I had since way back A hit ain't sh**, I learned it in cla** "Creep slow, shoot fast" This is the way I live, f** pain and torture Believe in life, s**, money and murder