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Mo Money Mo Murder (Homicide)

アーティスト：AZ  作詞：CRUZ ANTHONY S  作曲：GAMBLE KENNETH 

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We bigger than the Jews, bigger than the Irish You can run the whole fuckin' 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 lightning 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 till the flashlight enters Yo Dunm, before the sun set Call connect get all the tech's I'm vexed, this nigga stall 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, 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, watch that suicide Now government official got you sippin' Cristal in crystal You fish you foul so you fell and took your fam witchu I'm out to get you, guaranteed every shell'll hit you Plus I'm on some shit too, layin' down whose ever witchu Mafioso, 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 the 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's what they called him, his head baldin' Sippin' cappuccino, spilled on his silk suits, was scaldin' Laugh was vulgar, canvas paintings of the Isatollah 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 Volume one 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, watch that suicide Mo money, mo murder, mo homicide You catch that body nigga,



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