Lyrics:
to circumstance
Got to rise above them - know the power's in your hands
Don't let the culture lullaby you into a trance
Some predicaments are bad, yet you still
in a Lex'
Your next move is slipping, your last move is shitting
As your body gets soft, the shotty went off
Little soldier, you're out of position
have little Girl: Wanna sing
Garland Greene: Sing?
Little Girl: Do you know "He's Got
The Whole World In His Hands?"
Garland Greene: Yes I do
Little
worst day
I get the cake, every day, it's my birthday (cake)
Play with the mob, shake the spot like a earthquake (murder)
C-Murder with me in the coupe
the days of our lives
See the murder mortalize, see the murder mo, these are the days of our lives
These are the days of our lives, these are the days of our
bag, baby, I'm a goner
Let it all just fade away
Just put your hands around my throat
Ain't been to Heaven but I'm close
Your love is a murder
your ex, I don't break, any of my promises
Haters watch me kill it, then I give them my condolences
Murder, I be killing them with kindness
Murder, I be
baby,
Murder was the case that they gave me, Attempted,Attempted,Attempted,Attempted,Attempted,
Murder was the case that they gave me,
And this ain't got nothing to do with a scale
Or being g-, little f-, but by the way
Thoughts are getting darker by the day
I'm a combination of Skylar
you in
your sleep, watch me until they stop me, bury, murder me or drop me. I
got thug luv for my nationwide posse, feel me.
Layzie:
Little thug
platinum and gold
Yes, God bless success, never forsake your soul
Xzibit take control, locked, loaded and ready to roll
Play the upper hand, a man that's
Take notes young locs, I advise y'all to slow down
Glocks, K's, and eagles trying to put a murder down
Watching fools servin' found
Put your eyes
as ice, fear me for your life
Take your pick, the hammer or the knife
Midnight murder! Killer in the night
Midnight murder! Hidden from the light
Midnight
Holes wit' tampons, i'm serious
I've been plugged in like a landline
And I throw up my hands you
Just throwin' up hand signs
When the hand 9 by the Jimmy
She's a bloody killer queen
Her body's like murder, bang bang bang bang
Weaponizing every gene
Her body's like murder, murder
Killer queen carrying
darkness, the sun's faint
Cus all I ever hear is murder, Murder, kill, Kill
A soldier by age 9
He can be a weapon now, never waist time
If you do it for
dark forever
Too little passion in your style,
A little murder in your smile
There's a difference in being alone
And being lonely
Right now, i
on a mission, you see
There's money that I'm missin'
I got 'em posted
Told 'em "Move and I'ma murder y'all"
You and all the trouble goin'
Through by servin' y'all
I coulda swore her hair was made of rayon
She wore a Milton Bradley Crayon
But she was something I could lay on
Can't remember what became of me
Pocket rocket little nigga good riddance
Glock in your mouth can't finish the sentence
They freed my bro he ain't finish the sentence
I'm Him
I'm Him
I'm
die
He got the blade, it's your time
In bed with his bitch where he goin lie
All of your friends, tryna get by,
Tryna escape before they demise
They
gonna do this of
Course for Bill Withers´´
Can ya'll clap your hands a little bit
Clapped his hands and he's dancing
Neil Bogart, damn
Hey, a little red
your rhymes
It happened and that's real shit
If a nigga would've grabbed my ass
I'd a smacked his hand real quick
But you just scream
"ZIP EM UP!"
goose
Different color spread in each hand Look like fruit loops
Bitch I’m on that murder shit know How we bang bitch
Slide with my gang bitch We
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