Lyrics:
[c-murder]
Say magic bruh, we got the click in here.
We goin represent.
Get in line in this motherfucker and tear it up ya heard me?
We goin mobb
Skeeza mad I think she want the fame (Glah)
About a murder, 10 toes I want speak that's on my brother name (Name)
They be dissing get them out
the streets and spread like a disease
Neighborhoods infected then misdirected
It ain't no cure and it's hard to correct it
Bless by the most high cursed by
that, youknowhatI'msayin?
Night is in the air
Enemy.. on the borderline
Who'll be the next to fire
forty-one shots by Diallo's side?
You said he
(Mothafuckin right)
Murder follows me wherever I go
Just the other day
Somebody shot they school up
At least that's what I been hearing everytime I turn
You decide to keen your pride
I ain't waiting ain't got no patience
Raised by the Grove I ain't got an education
24 7 shawty fuck a vacation
dope karma said I'm the man
Step up on the beat niggas call me Black durk
My song too lit ain't no lame verse
Making all my threes call me black Larry
Redemption of man by God
Blood redemption, blood redemption
Redemption of man by God
Blood redemption, blood redemption
Shed kill shed their blood
be the man, but God beat me to them plans
Next up, on the M-I-C
C-Murder, get busy for the symphony
I be's that nigga on the tank, always
how many time that you helped them
Now, they think they better, now you got to stretch 'em
Blood in the streets like he flooded my bezel
Murder man
and a mixer
That’s all we need man, we’ll pass
The first mic to Kurupt, yeah
I'm the militant military
Bald eagle, squeezer, Caesar, Ebenezer
I am the worst
the trap spot
(Trap spot)
Couple nights shovin' hard by my damn self
(Damn self)
By my damn self, out there by my damn self
I remember I was goin' hard by my
or it's bars around your mind
There's no where to run, no where to hide
In a six-by-six a guilty man cries
For repentance and lost is what innocence is
my man wit' the spins
But last man guy i hit
Got slapped by the dots (Where they at?)
They always ask why i'm so violent?
I grew up on a violent block
to the opps
I slapped my man wit' the spins
But last man guy i hit
Got slapped by the dots (Where they at?)
They always ask why i'm so violent?
I grew up
tryin' to prove
To they homies that they can hang by dealin' with me
But once again in the end they D-E-A-D
I never did time on a murder yet
'Cause I
the lock of a real dog's mind be
The answer to the question chicks ask most the time see
Why my man cheat and give some bitch my heat?
Slap me one day
the Taz
see Murder been known to keep the rocks up in the skillet man
Waitin on a kilo they eight I'm straight you dig
What you need ten
the Taz
see Murder been known to keep the rocks up in the skillet man
Waitin on a kilo they eight I'm straight you dig
What you need ten
now, man
Ten years in this motherfuckin' dog for a murder I ain't commit
See what I'm sayin'? Real talk, this is real nigga shit
Dog don't say, niggas
expensive taste
Hustle hard, just like me
Ice cream man, nigga, just like P
Murder you muthafuckas, they like see
Move that just like D
Certified, walk
throw the blower in his lap
Walk myself to the court like, "Man
I did that!" ain't no Black Power when your
Baby killed by a coward
I can't even keep
*My big brother's gonna be famous*
*How does that song go again*
Murder on the rise
You hear sirens screeching
Obituary pains
What yo heart's been
gonna be peace corruption betrayal murder and lies are part of the industry
Grannies raped, ladies traded, man abused siren rang but no attention payed
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