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Chorus Fotos auf Klebefolien Scandalous,scandalous,scandalous Scandalous niggas wont ease up tonight Niggas on the street dont sleep until we eat it We won't ease up tonight even if it means we got to pop 'em For the profit,we drop 'em They,they,they die,they die,they die Murda mo' Kill some more Murda mo' Gotta kill some more
Scandalous,scandalous,scandalous Scandalous niggas wont ease up tonight All my niggas better get that cash until we get the cash we wont ease up tonight even if it means we got to pop 'em For the profit we drop 'em They,they,they die,they die,they die Murda mo' Kill some more Murda mo' Gotta kill some mo'
verse 1: Oh,we dont have no money We gotta get money for food on the table For feedin the youngins We steadily strugglin thuggin Broke and we sellin more dope Both the dummies and dum-dums Come on back Purchase some more Now whether we mobbin or stick up a store Fin to get us some dough My niggas desperate We aint ate shit since yesterday but we got a gauge and plenty of shells I'm smellin money--cash money (money,money,money) First baller we see We run and buck him Don't give him a chance to reach all up under his seat Now,what if he pull out some heat? Shit,then we really got to kill him Aint even worth it my nigga Give up the dough Dont flex! My nigga dont try to be no hero and be glad we only shot you in your legs Could have been your head Now what if that there victim was me? Gettin robbed by these niggas that we used to be Id be muthafuckin dead!
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Verse 2: You know what we doin up on them police? We never did love them Muthafucka we buck 'em We lucky they die pullin that heat and beat 'em Get your pump and we kill 'em all until we rise If youre feelin me Pick up your shit,nigga Cause it's realer than realer, than realer,than realer,than realer than most of them niggas Youre rollin with them niggas,hoes And im knowin this Pump up the revolution Nigga,we go when you come Join us in a battle and victory Go down in history This aint no mystery Fuck 'em Let the law end Cause we simply get the raw end Coffins open Dump 'em all in We can get down on them po-po When we finished They aint trippin no more Get ready Leave one of us (?) So my troopers got something to hope for When we rumble,crash,collide Now we lockin up the enemy What that guy did to me was crude and rude And dont give a fuck about rules We done been screwed Been runnin the streets to long We know every corner,cut,and alley So when youre patrollin Dont pull over the wrong Caddy Never knowin whats on our minds Were steadily bustin at these po-po For the hard times
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Money,money,money Shit dont be funny when you aint got no money (money,money) Bein rich is the shit cause you live so lovely (lovely,lovely) Never have to worry About where you gon sleep or be hungry (hungry,hungry) But that's only if you got money (money,money) Ooh,ooh,ooh If murda makes me richer Then ill be a killa
