Tony Yayo - Sex, Money, Murder lyrics

[Intro: Tony Yayo] Yeah, 2015, n***a New year, new money, n***a, new money, n***a [Verse 1: Tony Yayo] Most of these n***as just around for the perks f** it, let 'em eat like Meechi Money, p**y, power and work When I die, bury me with my phone, n***a 'Cause I ain't leavin' clientele for these ho-n***as Industry today ain't about winnin' or losin' It's 'bout makin' statements Send my little n***a, Sly, through the AK sh** I own in a while like Seymour (-) Re-up quick, see more work Yeah, I'm like a hippie in a past life Me and my Crippy still high from last night 'Cause I'm a self-made gangsta And you a self-centered wa*ksta [Hook: Thirst Mulah] Ha, comin' to the wrong town p**y, p**y-n***a got shot Long money, f**in' none about You be dead on the block All I know is money, s** and money, murder All I know is money, s** and money, murder All I know is money, s** and money, murder You be dead on the block [Verse 2: Thirst Mulah] Yeah, yeah, yeah, mama tried to warn me I was 'ddicted to the street life Mama used to scorn me Never in the f**in' house, but so are street lights Woo, red bandana-reppin' Move around the town, man, Mel Gibson with the weapon Diddy-boppin', got my cruise on when I'm steppin' n***a had to die, f** it, hit him with the Wesson I'm a get this money, motherf**er, I'm a ride out Most these n***as frontin' Leave 'em wet and get 'em dried out Movin' and shootin', n***a, the battleground Everythin' you seein', better back it up .45th on my waist, had to back 'em up Click-cla**, then I throw 'em in the Caddy trunk Move around the town, homie, like got sh** to prove I ain't got no life, I ain't got sh** to lose [Hook: Thirst Mulah] [Verse 3: Sose] My n***a, y'all want a four-door, 'scule vision I ain't even lookin' through a full scope You trippin', n***a think his life is a baggage claim Strap a f**in' bomb to a pa**enger, now it's half a plane Your destination was final Your camp was never concentrated on the lyrics So was d**h on a rival Athena means that I'm Theano, blood embedded with tribal Native who made it to save the day, a reign's like a cycle A page out the Bible, break it like a paper with typos I plead insanity, you know that I'm the range on our rifles I'm all Michaels, Michael Myers, Michael Jackson Moonwalkin' in your b**h Now she chiropractin', drive her legs in It's so fortunate I'm scorchin' sh** It's apparent you're embarra**ed When I take off with your audience Accordin' to the papers And the statements you was caught up in You faker than Jamaicans in Half-Baked There's somethin' wrong with 'em [Hook: Thirst Mulah]