Money Or Murder Lyrics - Spice 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 niggas said they know me 

He looked kinda familiar 

But nigga, don't step too close, I might kill ya 

I couldn't really tell who he was 

But I ain't really trippin', 'cause the dank got a nigga buzzed 

I hop out of my shit and lock the car do' 

As I step into the store I'm starin at some hard hoe 

She said "whats up", like a nigga, to me 

I walked to the back and fired up my doobie 

Should I get St. Ides or Olde E? 

Looked up, some niggas runnin' at me, 'bout 4 deep 

runnin' up on Spice 1 ain't wise 

Whip a nigga ass with some St. Ides 

Ran up out the liquor store 

Grabbed my gat and licked a hoe 

Now what they want to start shittin' fo'? 

Now if the bitch wasn't tough, I wouldn'ta have to hurt her 

But fuck that shit when it's money or murder 

Money or murder 

Money or murder 

I smashed out the parkin' lot, hoes watched 

As I shipped another bullet to this bitch's dock 

I sailed off like a yacht 

Now that's one nigga with a forty concussion and a bitch popped 

So what's next in this episode? 

Fo' niggas hop up in a Cutlass and chase me down the road 

I hit 580 like the last time 

And I'm gettin' kinda short on my gas line 

Doin' one hundred 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 nigga that I busted with the St. Ides 

And since I couldn't lose, gee 

I tried to run his ass off the road like the movies 

And that's about the time that he's fucked 

Shot him in the throat as he smashed into a back truck 

Fucked 

Now was it money or murder? 

Money or murder 

Money or murder 

I'm in the cut, late night 

Some niggas had a argument, a squab, but they didn't fight 

I'm watchin' niggas die over cocaine 

Bullet to the brain, now he's fucked in the game 

Some niggas don't know 

He want to pump my gas, but I think I seen a forty four 

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 nigga 

I'm sittin' calm as fuck with my finger on a chrome trigger 

Nigga want to see my blood waste 

But little did he know he was fuckin' with a nut case 

He tried to pull a forty four 

But soon as he reached I fucked him up with the car do' 

I got out the car and stomped his ass, 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 bitch 

It ain't shit to watch a nigga gut splurter 

When it's money or murder 

Money or murder