Money or Murder

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, 'Wassup?', 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 wanna 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' 100 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 wanna pump my gas, but I think I seen a .44
 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 wanna see my blood waste
 But little did he know he was fuckin' with a nut case
 He tried to pull a .44
 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 in the 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