Dey Want Dat Murda (feat. Kasino, Bishop317, Heart & Kid Jazz)
Christ Watts
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Like IRS with this hustle Cuz I'm all about that revenue My avenue got traffic Like the Indiana State or Highway Blowing chief that'll keep you higher Than an Indian My niggaz make a lot of bread We Indiana made men Kasino stack a lot of chips While you do a lot of hating In a bad situation I'll leave you looking helpless Give ya ass a little taste Of what you never was expecting Come to Naptown And get a 101 murder lesson These streets will take you in And rearrange yo whole destiny Survival is the code The only ingredient for the recipe No time for hesitation Can't be stiff like I'm motionless Quick to shoot like tore up fiends But I ain't talking in your veins I'll shoot you in your fucking brain Numb up yo body And blame everything on a 12 gauge shotty Then I'm back to blowing good No worry Yeah I'm living stress free You got problems I got peoples that'll leave you resting Dey want dat murda Dey want murda Dey want dat murda Dey want murda Dey want dat murda Dey want murda Dey want dat murda Dey want murda I'm from the crest of the slums Where niggaz invest in a tech Then leave you wet And leave the mess in yo lungs My nigga say it's easy to blast For the sake of a laugh You get hit in yo face With all 8 of the mag And it seems like we lost our hearts A long time ago Walking this lonely road Lost in the dark Where niggaz pull that thing leave ya stiff Hide the coke and the bricks You make a move then ya throat will get slit We hustle all day just to break bread All day just to break bread I hang with the bloods that bang red Still run the streets with the stainless Keep the heat for the brainless Push diesel AK's makes it dangerous Nap streets are famous To leave ya leaking heinous Put the colt to your head While the heat is flaming Ain't no game in the streets boy You either pull it or move Or you'll be breaking coverage Popping on the channel 6 news Dey want dat murda Dey want murda Dey want dat murda Dey want murda Dey want dat murda Dey want murda Dey want dat murda Dey want murda I'm from the hood Where the murders will come Hard life No trial We smile They say the good die young You say it's insanity It has to be for packing a gun I'd rather ride with the steel Than die without one Now buck on me And I'll return like the prodigal son F*ck life imprisonment And even capital pun I'm defending my life For the sake of my son Grown man status I can't provide you bullets for guns They want murder So I ride with the head to the Sun West siding all day with them K's in trunk You want beef Well homeboy I've been praying for funk Heart's a soldier I'll move in the way of a monk Them shotgun shells Will leave ya back Full of the holes from the pump Heart's a warrior He can't be challenged by chumps Short change ass niggaz Barely making a run For the title It's survival Better come with them funds Dey want dat murda Dey want murda Dey want dat murda Dey want murda Dey want dat murda Dey want murda Dey want dat murda Dey want murda I've been blocks Where it's killed or be killed Watch yo mouth In the Nap You get slapped With the butt of the steel Shit real in the heart of the 'ville Know some niggaz that'll come thru And put that cold metal to grill Shit real I got the anger to kill Can't be stopped start writing your will Toe tag a nigga body They say the boy got skills Damn put him on that ice Lay the boy on chill They begging that they want it I'm a give it for real And all it took was a quick fast Reach for my hip Letting it rip And blow it thru it the side of yo whip And it don't take a lot of ammo But I empty the clip That's what you can get You stepping to a dangerous kid You see the chrome in my hand Is like a natural fit Plus I'm a hustler I a'int got the time to miss It's Naptown Kid Jazz And I'm out this bitch Dey want dat murda Dey want murda Dey want dat murda Dey want murda Dey want dat murda Dey want murda Dey want dat murda Dey want murda See the consequences of offenses My defense is advanced It surpass yo senses I'm enhanced with intelligence And new inventions Any suspicions My consensus give you intermission Life goes on On my mission I leave 'em fishing for a way out I murder that man Tell his soul goodbye on the way out Them bodies gone lay out Like they never came out Back to which came Forgot yo name if ya came out And it's a shame how Them haters so lame They don't really get picture Til you point it at they brain I sustain off conscious music Let my nuts hang You abuse it Don't confuse it I'll let it bang I hang with the killers Blow them sacks Matter of fact My deals make the squeals react I rep it for the Nap Push yo cap so far back Make you adapt To a new style of hat Bet you never change that Dey want dat murda Dey want murda Dey want dat murda Dey want murda Dey want dat murda Dey want murda Dey want dat murda Dey want murda
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Written by: Christopher Watkins, Jasper Johnson, KC Kasino, Keith Larsuel, Kevin Larsuel
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