Voice: what the fuck?    Mack: I'm tired of playin' with yo' ass nigga today you gone die.   Voice: aaaagh agh      [mack]   I went from inglewood to h-town tryin' to put the hustle down   But I could already tell these bitch niggas wanna clown   Like I'm the new jack of the city but I ride like nina roll   & I can see now one eighty seven got to be the penal code   I'm fed up that's it that's all fuck that get it get it   & since he bullshitted & ran with it   A murder must be committed   Now the kidnap got to go down   In other words I got to steal him   Then put the pistol to his grill &   Cock the hammer back & kill him   [face]   We finna (get him) & once we (get him)   Gotta make a statement   He fucked the family   Man to respect 'em we gotta waste him   No hesitatin' heat him up & leave him on the pavement   Then find his momma so she can help us find her baby   Nigga are you crazy?    We don't bullshit when it comes to payday   They fuck with face they   Don't let me catch you on the highway   Or in public places we dumpin' on ya like that   Nigga you delinquent we on yo' ass like that      Chorus   You delinquent muthafucka give up the pink slip   We got to kill who you drink with   We got to blast who you think with   A money murder   A money murder   We got to hurt ya   We got to hurt ya      [face]   Caught his ass slippin' at a parkin' lot   Red dot marks the spot   I'm trippin' on how hard he got   He got some bitches in the front seat smilin'   When asked about the paper he owe he kept drivin'   Paid us no mind & hit the corner in the 5.0   Dippin' disrespected pimpin' mack 10 trippin'   Loadin' up the stainless .44 grip &   The trigger off his finger finna start clickin'   [mack]   Aww fuckain't that a bitch   This nigga actin' like I'm some type of sucka   I'll tell you what face you drive   When I blast this muthafucka   Done took my last weed crop money   So you know we through g   Dog I been around too many hogs   To let a punk nigga do me   I give a fuck what you claim   Where you from & who you know   Nigga touch my dough fa sho   Ya get a blow from the .44   So let his neck go brad   It ain't no need to choke the nigga   Just close ya ears & get back homeboy   I'm finna choke the trigga      [face] aiight there he go    There that bitch go    Come on come on let'sgo    Heyniggalet'sgoniggalet'sgoniggalet'sgo      Chorus      [mack]   If a rider need his heat 'cause it's cold outside   We gets money worldwide & we stay down to ride   So I stuff the clip of the .45 cause I gotta survive   & the niggas that's jive they end up dead on the rise   All pissy & shitty victims of the hoo bang committee   When mack & face get down it's like a polinity   Straight rulers of the city hit the stick & now we bent   & blowin holes in what you think with   Of niggas that's delinquent      [face]   Hey so when a nigga shoot you nine man,   A nigga gon need to get that money, whati'msayin'?    When a nigga shoot you half a bird,   A nigga gon need to get that money.   Nigga wadn't bullshittin' when he fronted it to you.   So don't bullshit when it come to payin a muthafucka.   Aiight? you delinquent.   Can I get my muthafuckin' ends nigga?       Chorus      We got to get you for that dollar bill (2x)   We got to get you for this dollar bill   We got to get yo' ass dollar bill   A money murder   A money murder   We are going to hurt you nigga.   A money murder   A money murder (give it up)