• Artist: AZ f/ Nas
• Song Title: Mo Money, Mo Murder (Homicide)
• Album: Doe Or Die

-Your bigger than the Jews
-Bigger than the Irish
-You run the whole f**kin country
-You can be the next John D. Rockerfeller
-Nobody noticed us, nobody gave a s**t
-But the bigger we get, the more were takin from other people

Nas:

Yo, in a mahogany, black scenery
That was lightin and rain drops
I'm tied up in the basement cocaine spot, like Bangkok
I'm blindfold
Vietnam type mind controless torture
His accent sounds like the rarest culture
Askin me, my astroby stabbin me gradually
Says its astrobute
What's atonic, mesonic, ironic
I felt reminded of my fast life ventures
And winters
Blinded til the flashlight enters

AZ:

Yo dun, before the sun set
Call connect get all the tech's
I'm vexed, this n**** love his sex
He lost respect, lets off his neck
My caliber
Got me thinkin 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 cheese
and better armarettas
Armani sweaters, plus these crabs could never dead us

Chorus
Mo money, more murder more homicide
You catch that body n****, better have that alibi
You never know, it might just be your time to take your ride
To them pearly white gates, watch that suicide

AZ:

Now government official
Got you sippin Cristal and Crystal
You fish, you foul dro, 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 s**t to
Layin down whomever's with you
Mafioso
This New York City nineties Era Sosa
AZ you know my culture
Now my wolves is out to ghost ya

Nas:

Center 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
What walked in a crazy paid up
Sharp but straight up
gators from Barbados
Never seen nobody play those
Laylow what they called him
His head bald and
Sippin cappuchino spilled to his silk suits
Lap was scalding
Laugh was vulgar
Canvas paintings of the Iaetola
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 One adjourned
Bring it to a closure

Chorus

Nas:

So now you rolling with us like codefenders
No phony business
Should no the difference
From supreme solo its the style ancient as Moses scriptures
Its latin kings, black goofies and white jesters
Amongst us
Crime invades the minds of youngsters
Where its pitch black they can't see you
Godfather three falling for dead in a cathedral

AZ:

Now you forced to listen
I got the mind of a grad from Princeton
Play your position
Or soon you'll be lost and missing
Its far from fiction
My presence is like that of a christian
With ammunition puttin states under submission
Street addiction
Got me tied thorough with burrows
Still in the ghetto
But in the cut where its mellow
Incognito on the leelow
Like Carlito
Cause we know
N****s don't really want us to see dough
You never know it might just be your time to take your ride
To them pearly white gates watch that suicide

Chorus