"Life, it's all about sex money and murder.

To all those motherfuckers out there who can't deal with it;

You just a punk ass bitch!"



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 bullshit, let the bullets disperse

Hospital to the morgue to the motherfuckin', hearse

Deep in the game, since I was eleven

The streets are hell, so what the fuck 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 mandatory I hurt ya

My hobbies in life, what? Sex money and murder



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Sex from your bitch ("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



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 fuck

You had what I needed? You was shit 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' bitch

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 bitch is on Pooh-Man's team

She's my bitch, was yo' bitch, 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



So much shit, gettin' talked by the other crowd

Always talkin' and don't know what the fuck about

I get criticized, ridiculed and other shit

But they go wild when I yell out bitch

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, mother fuck PG

Death is a factor on the Oakland street

If you can't deal with life, don't fuck with my rap

It's like this, cause it happen like that

Sex from your bitch, money from the crack

Murder is a hobby that I had since way back

A hit ain't shit, I learned it in class

Creep slow, shoot fast

This is the way I live, fuck pain and torture

Believe in life, sex money and murder

Writer : BOOTSY COLLINS, MACEO PARKER, GEORGE CLINTON, ANTHONY BANKS, LAWRENCE THOMAS (A/K/A: 'POOH MAN')
Copyright : Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group