AZ- Mo' Money, Mo' Murder, Mo' Homicide feat Nas

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Artist: AZ featuring Nas
Song: Mo' Money, Mo' Murder, Mo' Homicide
Album : Doe or Die (1995)

Lyrics:
[Intro]
"We'd be bigger than the Jews, bigger than the Irish
You can run the whole fucking 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"

[Verse 1: Nas]
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 stabbing me gradually
Says his attribute was satanic, masonic, ironic
I felt reminded of my fast life ventures and winters
Blind until the flashlight enters

[Verse 2: AZ]
Yo, dunn, before the sun set, call connect get all the TEC's
I'm vexed, this nigga sold for sex
Lost respect, let's off his neck
My caliber got me thinking 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







[Hook: AZ x2]
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

[Verse 3: AZ]
Now government official got you sippin' Cristal in crystal
You fish, you foul, so you fell and took your fam with you
I'm out to get you, guaranteed every shell will hit you
Plus I'm on some shit to laying down whosoever witchu
Mafiosa, the New York City, 90's ever Sosa AZ
You know my culture, now my wolves is out to ghost ya

[Verse 4: Nas]
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 is what they called him, his head baldin'
Sippin' cappucino, spilled on his silk suits, was scaldin'
Laugh was vulgar
Canvas paintings of the Ayatollah
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 leaving a foul odor
The Firm Volume 1 adjourned, bring it to a closure


[Hook]

[Verse 5: Nas]
So now you're rollin' with us
Like co-defendents, no phony business
So know the difference – from supreme soloists
Its styles ancient as Moses' scriptures
It's Latin Kings, Black Kufis, and White Justice amongst us
Crime invades the minds of youngsters
Where it's pitch black they can't see you
Godfather 3, four left for dead, in a cathedral

[Verse 6: AZ]
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, putting states under submission
Street addiction got me tied in thorough with boroughs
Still in the ghetto, but in the cut where it's mellow
Incognito, on the lee-low, like Carlito
‘Cause we know, niggas don't really want us to see dough
You never know, it might just be yo' time you take yo' ride
To them pearly white gates, watch that suicide

[Hook]


[Nas]
Homicide, mo' homicide
Mo' suicide, mo' homicide

{​​*music fades*}​​
{​​*untitled 1:18 length song starts*}​​

Born alone, die alone… {​​repeat 4X}​​

[AZ]
All alone in this wilderness
Who can figure life as ill as this?
My vision's blurred from guerilla's mist
Gun sprays, tre's left a portion of my crew in graves
Niggas 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… {​​repeat 6X to fade}​​