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作曲 : Coes, Henderson
ChorusScandalous,scandalous,scandalous
Scandalous niggas wont ease up tonight
Niggas on the street dont sleep until we eat it
We won't ease up tonighteven 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 cashuntil we get the cashwe wont ease up tonighteven 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 **
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 ** since yesterdaybut 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 reachall 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 heroand 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 weused to be
Id be mutha**in dead!
ChorusVerse 2:
You know what we doin up on them police?
We never did love them
Mutha**a we buck 'em
We lucky they diepullin 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 thanmost 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
** 'emLet 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 readyLeave 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 ** 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
CaddyNever knowin whats on our minds
Were steadily bustin at these po-po
For the hard times
ChorusMoney,money,money
Shit dont be funny when you aint got nomoney (money,money)
Bein rich is the ** cause you live solovely (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