Sex, Money And Murder Lyrics - Pooh-man

Life, it's all about sex, money and murder 

To all those motherfuckers out there 

Who can't deal with it, you just a punk ass bitch 

Sex, money and murder, elements of the streets 

You either play the role or get your goddamn ass beat 

See, I can get the pussy and money is a must 

Try to stop me, ashes to ashes, dust to dust 

The suckers try to win, let the games begin 

Meet me, Ant Banks, Kenny Wayne and the Mac-10's 

We were born to die any god damn way 

Here last week, but you're dead today 

No time for the bullshit, let the bullets disperse 

Hospital, to the morgue, to the motherfuckin' hearse 

Deep in the game since I was eleven 

The streets are hell, so what the fuck is heaven? 

I'm one of the biggest baby and refuse to get took down 

A god damn killer comin' straight from the Oaktown 

Step out of line, it's manditory, I hurt ya 

My hobbies in life, what? Sex, money and murder 

Sex from your bitch 

(Run, run up punk) 

Money from the crack 

(Death, death 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 

Kill, deal, rob, I didn't give a fuck 

You had what I needed? You was shit out of luck 

A chopper is manditory, to lose is another story 

Fools try to get with me, wind up history 

You just mad 'cause I got yo' bitch 

And now she's ridin' on the dangerous dick 

And I can tell by your face, you're mad and full of steam 

'Cause now your bitch is on Pooh-Man's team 

She's my bitch, was yo' bitch, come and sucks my dick 

It don't stop with this young-ass trick 

Run up punk and watch yo' friends desert ya 

Because my lifestyle punk, sex, money and murder 

Sex from your bitch 

(Run, run up punk) 

Money from the crack 

(Death, death 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 shit gettin' talked by the other crowd 

Always talkin' and don't know what the fuck about 

I get criticized, ridiculed and other shit 

But they go wild when I yell out bitch 

So I can take a little criticism and laugh 

And tell the critics they can kiss my ass 

I ain't trippin', my money is made 

I kick back and I straight get paid 

Rated X is life, motherfuck PG 

Death is a factor on the Oakland street 

If you can't deal with life, don't fuck with my rap 

It's like this 'cause it happens like that 

Sex from your bitch, money from the crack 

Murder is a hobby that I had since way back 

A hit ain't shit, I learned it in class 

Creep slow, shoot fast 

This is the way I live, fuck pain and torture 

Believe in life, sex, money and murder