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spice 1 - money or murder lyrics

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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 n-gg-s said they know me

he looked kinda familiar
but n-gg-, 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 n-gg- buzzed

i hop out of my sh-t and lock the car do’
as i step into the store i’m starin’ at some hard hoe
she said, ‘w-ssup?’, like a n-gg-, to me
i walked to the back and fired up my doobie

should i get st. ides or olde e?
looked up, some n-gg-s runnin’ at me, ’bout 4 deep
runnin’ up on spice 1 ain’t wise
whip a n-gg- -ss with some st. ides

ran up out the liquor store, grabbed my gat and licked a hoe
now what they wanna start sh-ttin’ fo’?
now if the b-tch wasn’t tough, i wouldn’ta have to hurt her
but f-ck that sh-t 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 b-tch’s dock
i sailed off like a yacht
now that’s one n-gg- with a forty concussion and a b-tch popped

so what’s next in this episode?
fo’ n-gg-s hop up in a cutl-ss 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 n-gg- that i busted with the st. ides
and since i couldn’t lose, gee
i tried to run his -ss off the road like the movies

and that’s about the time that he’s f-cked
shot him in the throat as he smashed into a back truck
f-cked
now was it money or murder?

money or murder
money or murder

i’m in the cut, late night
some n-gg-s had a argument, a squab, but they didn’t fight
i’m watchin’ n-gg-s die over cocaine
bullet to the brain, now he’s f-cked in the game

some n-gg-s 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 n-gg-
i’m sittin’ calm as f-ck with my finger on a chrome trigger

n-gg- wanna see my blood waste
but little did he know he was f-ckin’ with a nut case
he tried to pull a .44
but soon as he reached i f-cked him up with the car do’

i got out the car and stomped his -ss, gee
he said, “please, spice 1, don’t blast me”
close your eyes and grip your d-ck
i shot him in the stomach and watched him scream like a b-tch

it ain’t sh-t to watch a n-gg- gut splurter
when it’s money or murder

money or murder

- spice 1 lyrics

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