Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mo Money Mo Murder (Homicide), artist - AZ. Album song Doe Or Die, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 31.12.1994
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Virgin Records America
Song language: English
Mo Money Mo Murder (Homicide) |
We’d be bigger than the Jews, bigger than the Irish |
You can run the whole fucking country! |
You could be the next John D. Rockerfeller |
Nobody noticed us, nobody gave a shit |
But the bigger we get |
The more we’re taking from other people |
Yo, in a mahogany, black scenery |
That was lightnin' and rain drops |
I’m tied up in the basement, cocaine spot like Bangkok |
I’m blindfold, Vietnam type mind control, this torture |
His accent sounds like the rarest culture |
Askin' me, my atrophy stabbin' me gradually |
Says his attribute was satanic, masonic, ironic |
I felt reminded of my fast life ventures and winters |
Blinded 'til the flashlight enters |
Yo, dunn, before the sun set, call connect, get all the TECs |
I’m vexed, this nigga stalled for sex, lost respect, let’s off his neck |
My caliber got me thinkin' on a higher algebra |
See, me, I’m just as foul as ya but you ain’t got no style in ya |
I’m into bigger cheddar, G’s and better, Armarett-ah's |
Armani sweaters, plus these crabs could never dead us |
Mo' money, mo' murder, mo' homicide |
You catch that body, nigga, better have that alibi |
You never know, it might just be yo' time you take yo' ride |
To them pearly white gates, (now) watch that suicide |
Mo' money, mo' murder, mo' homicide |
You catch that body, nigga, better have that alibi |
You never know, it might just be yo' time you take yo' ride |
To them pearly white gates, (now) watch that suicide |
Now, government official got you sippin' Cristal in crystal |
You fish, you foul, so you fell and took your fam with you |
I’m out to get you, guaranteed every shell will hit you |
Plus I’m on some shit too, layin' down whosoever witchu |
Mafiosa, the New York City 90's era Sosa |
AZ, you know my culture, now my wolves is out to ghost ya |
Scent of a rose on a graveyard for real now |
The stakes is up a half a mil' now |
I tried to grab him with his shield down |
Four walked in, they’re crazy paid up, sharp but straight up |
Gators from Barbados, never seen nobody play those |
Lay-Low is what they called him, his head baldin' |
Sippin' cappuccino, spilled on his silk suits, was scaldin' |
Laugh was vulgar, canvas paintings of the Ayatollah |
And on his arm, he wore a priceless vulture |
Tobacco pipe smoker; |
Escobar, your life is over |
Justify the righteous nova, bullets flew out his right shoulder |
Corpse leavin' a foul odor |
The Firm Vol. |
1 adjourned, bring it to a closure |
Mo' money, mo' murder, mo' homicide |
You catch that body, nigga, better have that alibi |
You never know, it might just be yo' time you take yo' ride |
To them pearly white gates, (now) watch that suicide |
Mo' money, mo' murder, mo' homicide |
You catch that body, nigga, better have that alibi |
You never know, it might just be yo' time you take yo' ride |
To them pearly white gates, (now) watch that suicide |
So now ya rollin' with us like co-defendants, no phony business |
So know the difference — from supreme soloists |
It’s styles ancient as Moses' scriptures |
It’s Latin Kings, Black Kufis and White Justice amongst us |
Crime invades the minds of youngsters |
Where it’s pitch-black, they can’t see you |
Godfather 3, four left for dead, in a cathedral |
Now you’re forced to listen |
I got the mind of a grad' from Princeton |
Play your position, or soon you’ll be lost and missin' |
It’s far from fiction, my presence is like that of a Christian |
With ammunition, puttin' states under submission |
Street addiction got me tied in thorough with boroughs |
Still in the ghetto, but in the cut where it’s mellow |
Incognito, on the lee-low, like Carlito |
‘Cause we know, niggas don’t really want us to see dough |
You never know, it might just be yo' time, you take yo' ride |
To them pearly white gates, watch that suicide |
Mo' money, mo' murder, mo' homicide |
You catch that body, nigga, better have that alibi |
You never know, it might just be yo' time you take yo' ride |
To them pearly white gates, (now) watch that suicide |
Mo' money, mo' murder, mo' homicide |
You catch that body, nigga, better have that alibi |
You never know, it might just be yo' time you take yo' ride |
To them pearly white gates, (now) watch that suicide |
Homicide, mo' homicide |
Mo' suicide, mo' homicide |
Born alone, die alone… |
Born alone, die alone… |
Born alone, die alone… |
Born alone, die alone… |
All alone in this wilderness, who could figure life as ill as this? |
My vision’s blurred from guerilla’s mist |
Gun sprays, strays left a portion of my crew in graves |
Niggas that would screw in ways, unknown to these dudes today |
Intelligence kept us all away from state evidence |
‘Cause it’s evident, this world is controlled on dead presidents |
Never hesitant, I’m soulless, filled with coldness |
Born to uphold this 'til I’m left dead from oldness |
Born alone, die alone… |
Born alone, die alone… |
Born alone, die alone… |
Born alone, die alone… |
Born alone, die alone… |
Born alone, die alone… |