Sex Money And Murder Lyrics | 4minute

Sex, Money And Murder Song Lyrics
Sex, Money And Murder by 4minute "Life.. it's all about sex money and murder.
To all those motherf**kers out there who can't deal with it;
you just a punk ass b**ch!"

[MC Pooh]
Sex money and murder -- elements of the streets
You either play the role or get your god damn ass beat
See I can get the pussy and money is a must
Try to stop me -- ashes to ashes, dust to dust
The suckers 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*t, let the bullets disperse
Hospital to the morgue to the motherf**kin hearse
Deep in the game, since I was eleven
The streets are hell, so what the f**k is heaven?
I'm one of the biggest baby and refuse to get took down
A god damn killer comin straight from the Oaktown
Step out of line, it's manditory I hurt ya
My hobbies in life -- what? Sex money and murder

Chorus: MC Pooh

Sex from your b**ch("run.. run up punk")
Money from the crack("death.. death is a cycle")
Murder is a hobby.. murder-murder is a hobby..
Murder-murder is a hobby that I had since way back

[MC Pooh]
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
Kill, deal, rob -- I didn't give a f**k
You had what I needed? You was sh*t out of luck
A chopper is manditory, to lose is another story
Fools try to get with me, wind up history
You just mad, cause I got yo' b**ch
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**ch is on Pooh-Man's team
She's my b**ch, was yo' b**ch, come and sucks my dick
It don't stop with this young-ass trick
Run up punk -- and watch yo' friends desert ya
Because my lifestyle punk - sex money and murder

Chorus

[MC Pooh]
So much sh*t, gettin talked by the other crowd
Always talkin and don't know what the f**k about
I get criticized, ridiculed and other sh*t
But they go wild when I yell out b**ch
So I can take a little criticism and laugh
And tell the critics they can kiss my ass
I ain't trippin, my money is made..
.. I kick back and I straight get paid
Rated X is life, motherf**k PG
Death is a factor on the Oakland street
If you can't deal with life, don't f**k with my rap
It's like this, cause it happen like that
Sex from your b**ch, money from the crack
Murder is a hobby that I had since way back
A hit ain't sh*t, I learned it in class
Creep slow, shoot fast
This is the way I live, f**k pain and torture
Believe in life -- sex money and murder