| If money means murder mama
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| Murder is tha plan
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| Let it goooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!
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| (blaze ya dead homie)
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| Ever since i remember mama
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| I could neva please u
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| I could neva walk tha path u wanted me 2
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| And i refused 2 listen everytime and
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| Watch u scream at the top of ya lungs until u cry
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| Even though i hated it
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| I think back now 2 myself i neva changed it
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| I would steal your bike
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| And i would steal your watch
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| I’d even steal the lawnchairs from your bitch ass porch
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| And thuggin was my main hobby
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| I bought a 3 8 0 just in case sumbody robbed me
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| Mama mad now cuz i got heat
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| Pocket full of money new shoes on my feet
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| I even put 500 hundred on that rent
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| But my mama’s stubborn ass flush that shit down the toilet
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| (no drug money in this household)
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| That was 500 hundred dollars
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| Damn mama u cold
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| Chorus (not complete)
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| All the winds and tha tides have change
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| Crime will pay
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| And pave the way
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| Lets be real mama i ain’t change
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| If money means murder mama
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| Murder is tha plan
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| Let it goooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!(i ain’t change)
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| Theres a dollar 4 every second inside the day
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| Crime will pave the way
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| Lets be real moma, i ain’t changed
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| If money means murda mama
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| Murder is the plan
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| Let it goooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!(i ain’t change)
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| (blaze ya dead homie)
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| As i moved up in tha dope game
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| Mama neva changed
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| I would flip 2 bricks a week just 2 maintain
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| She would say that she gon call the Po me
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| Told every1 in my neighborhood that she don’t know me
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| Damn mama you ain’t right
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| Did u tell em how i’m servin up the baseheads every night
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| And every mornin sleepin til the pm
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| And hit up the mall to get fresh 4 da weekend
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| That was my american dream
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| Mo' chedda, mo heads, bakin sodas, and triple beams
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| Hoes and Clothes, good weed to toke
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| And artillery to swiss cheese and leave some gun smoke
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| You dont want none, better be ready
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| The lights are on top so when im rockin steady
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| She would cry everytime I leave the house
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| And I wonder why she drunk passed out on the couch
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| Chorus (not complete)
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| All the winds and tha tides have change
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| Crime will pay
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| And pave the way
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| Lets be real mama i ain’t change
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| If money means murder mama
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| Murder is tha plan
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| Let it goooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!(i ain’t change)
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| Theres a dollar 4 every second inside the day
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| Crime will pave the way
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| Lets be real moma, i ain’t changed
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| If money means murda mama
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| Murder is the plan
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| Let it goooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!(i ain’t change)
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| (Anybody Killa)
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| I know I ain’t changin, lifes to short
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| All i wanna do is thug, and pay my way outta court
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| Ima always be trippin on the block, sippin a 40 by the weed spot
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| Back yard BBQ when its hot
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| The whole hood get lippy when they get tipsy
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| I remember moms street fighting like she was back in her 20s
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| I wouldn’t change my life for shit
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| And fuck anybody sayin that i need to quit
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| You ever drove past an enemy and seen him just chillin?
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| Threw the car in park, and beat him down till he had no feelin
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| Its a little rough out here
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| When you all alone standin on your own things get so clear
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| Kinda makes you wanna sit back and think for a second
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| Figure out really whos life your wreckin
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| As for me tho, im lookin ahead
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| And i ain’t changein so expect more blood to be shed
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| Chorus (not complete)
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| All the winds and tha tides have change
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| Crime will pay
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| And pave the way
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| Lets be real mama i ain’t change
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| If money means murder mama
|
| Murder is tha plan
|
| Let it goooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!(i ain’t change)
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| Theres a dollar 4 every second inside the day
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| Crime will pave the way
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| Lets be real moma, i ain’t changed
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| If money means murda mama
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| Murder is the plan
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| Let it goooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!(i ain’t change) |