Won't Ez Up Tonight Lyrics - Thug Mentality 1999 - Krayzie Bone

Chorus 

Scandalous, scandalous, scandalous 

Scandalous niggas wont ease up tonight 

Niggas on the street dont sleep until we eat it 

We won't ease up tonight 

even if it means we got to pop 'em 

For the profit, we drop 'em 

They, they, they die, they die, they die 

Murda mo' 

Kill some more 

Murda mo' 

Gotta kill some more 

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Scandalous, scandalous, scandalous 

Scandalous niggas wont ease up tonight 

All my niggas better get that cash 

until we get the cash 

we wont ease up tonight 

even if it means we got to pop 'em 

For the profit we drop 'em 

They, they, they die, they die, they die 

Murda mo' 

Kill some more 

Murda mo' 

Gotta kill some mo' 

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verse 1: 

Oh, we dont have no money 

We gotta get money for food on the table 

For feedin the youngins 

We steadily strugglin thuggin 

Broke and we sellin more dope 

Both the dummies and dum-dums 

Come on back 

Purchase some more 

Now whether we mobbin or stick up a store 

Fin to get us some dough 

My niggas desperate 

We aint ate shit since yesterday 

but we got a gauge and plenty of shells 

I'm smellin money--cash money 

(money, money, money) 

First baller we see 

We run and buck him 

Don't give him a chance to reach 

all up under his seat 

Now, what if he pull out some heat? 

Shit, then we really got to kill him 

Aint even worth it my nigga 

Give up the dough 

Dont flex! 

My nigga dont try to be no hero 

and be glad we only shot you in your legs 

Could have been your head 

Now what if that there victim was me? 

Gettin robbed by these niggas that we 

used to be 

Id be muthafuckin dead! 

Chorus 

Verse 2: 

You know what we doin up on them police? 

We never did love them 

Muthafucka we buck 'em 

We lucky they die 

pullin that heat and beat 'em 

Get your pump and we kill 'em all until we rise 

If youre feelin me 

Pick up your shit, nigga 

Cause it's realer than realer, 

than realer, than realer, than realer than 

most of them niggas 

Youre rollin with them niggas, hoes 

And im knowin this 

Pump up the revolution 

Nigga, we go when you come 

Join us in a battle and victory 

Go down in history 

This aint no mystery 

Fuck 'em 

Let the law end 

Cause we simply get the raw end 

Coffins open 

Dump 'em all in 

We can get down on them po-po 

When we finished 

They aint trippin no more 

Get ready 

Leave one of us (?) 

So my troopers got something to hope for 

When we rumble, crash, collide 

Now we lockin up the enemy 

What that guy did to me was crude and rude 

And dont give a fuck about rules 

We done been screwed 

Been runnin the streets to long 

We know every corner, cut, and alley 

So when youre patrollin 

Dont pull over the wrong Caddy 

Never knowin whats on our minds 

Were steadily bustin at these po-po 

For the hard times 

Chorus 

Money, money, money 

Shit dont be funny when you aint got no 

money (money, money) 

Bein rich is the shit cause you live so 

lovely (lovely, lovely) 

Never have to worry 

About where you gon sleep or be hungry 

(hungry, hungry) 

But that's only if you got money 

(money, money) 

Ooh, ooh, ooh 

If murda makes me richer 

Then ill be a killa 

Chorus