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!

 Chorus

 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

 Chorus

 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

 Chorus