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Mo Money Mo Murder (Homicide)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
AZ
AZ
Vocals
Nas
Nas
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nasir Jones
Nasir Jones
Songwriter
Anthony Cruz
Anthony Cruz
Songwriter
Kenneth Gamble
Kenneth Gamble
Songwriter
Leon Huff
Leon Huff
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Darryll "D/R Period" Pittman
Darryll "D/R Period" Pittman
Producer
John Gamble
John Gamble
Engineer

Lyrics

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 Asking 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 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 calibre, 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 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 cappucino, 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 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 you're rollin wit us, Like co-defendents, no phony business So know the difference - from supreme solo It's the styles ancient as Moses scriptures It's Latin Kings, Black Kufis, and White Jesters Amongst us Crime invades the minds of youngsters Where it's pitch black they can't see you Godfather 3, fallin 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 buroughs Still in the ghetto, but in the cut where it's mellow Incognito, on the lee-low, like Carlito Cause we know, niggaz don't really want us to see doe 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 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. All alone in this wilderness Who can figure life as ill as this? My vision's blurred from guerilla's mist Gun sprays, trey's left a portion of my crew in graves Niggaz 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...
Writer(s): Leon A. Huff, Kenny Gamble, Nasir Jones, Anthony S. Cruz Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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