Money Or Murder chords by 
Spice 1 
N/A
Key: F minor•
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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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 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
Interlude 1
Money or murder
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Money or murder
Verse 2
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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
Verse 3
Now was it money or murder?
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Money or murder
Verse 4
Money or murder
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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
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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,
Fm
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
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Money or murder
Outro 1
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