Pooh-Man - Sex, Money And Murder lyrics

"Life, it's all about s** money and murder. To all those motherf**ers out there who can't deal with it; You just a punk a** b**h!" Sex money and murder, elements of the streets You either play the role or get your god damn a** beat See I can get the p**y and money is a must Try to stop me, ashes to ashes, dust to dust The s**ers try to win, let the games begin Meet me, Ant Banks, Kenny Wayne and the mac-10's We were born to die any god damn way Here last week, but you're dead today No time for the bullsh**, let the bullets disperse Hospital to the morgue to the motherf**in', hearse Deep in the game, since I was eleven The streets are hell, so what the f** is heaven? I'm one of the biggest baby and refuse to get took down A god damn k**er comin' straight from the Oaktown Step out of line, it's mandatory I hurt ya My hobbies in life, what? Sex money and murder [Chorus] Sex from your b**h ("run, run up punk") Money from the crack ("d**h.. d**h is a cycle") Murder is a hobby.. murder-murder is a hobby, Murder-murder is a hobby that I had since way back I live the life of a criminal and hustle each day Fool step wrong, live loose, get blown away The ave is the only home I knew So to get what I got, I did what I had to k**, deal, rob, I didn't give a f** You had what I needed? You was sh** out of luck A chopper is mandatory, to lose is another story Fools try to get with me, wind up history You just mad, cause I got yo' b**h And now she's ridin' on the Dangerous dick And I can tell by your face, you're mad and full of steam Cause now your b**h is on Pooh-Man's team She's my b**h, was yo' b**h, come and s**s my dick It don't stop with this young-a** trick Run up punk, and watch yo' friends desert ya Because my lifestyle punk, s** money and murder [Chorus So much sh**, gettin' talked by the other crowd Always talkin' and don't know what the f** about I get criticized, ridiculed and other sh** But they go wild when I yell out b**h So I can take a little criticism and laugh And tell the critics they can kiss my a** I ain't trippin', my money is made, I kick back and I straight get paid Rated X is life, mother f** PG d**h is a factor on the Oakland street If you can't deal with life, don't f** with my rap It's like this, cause it happen like that Sex from your b**h, money from the crack Murder is a hobby that I had since way back A hit ain't sh**, I learned it in cla** Creep slow, shoot fast This is the way I live, f** pain and torture Believe in life, s** money and murder