Lyrics:
murdered her,
Witness the vision first hand plumping master of source of us
[Jim Jones]
By the, grace of Capo, in the moment of silence, in the mist
catch him and his partner
For my murder man (murder man)
He doin' his murder dance (murder dance)
Got that switch up in his hand, lurkin', tryna bust
here is true still
This is real life right here this little
Faggot nigga Naynay, he’s
A little dirt boy you know the nigga on
Your block that you, that
little baby)
My heart controls my eyes
And your love I visualize, oh yeah!
All your so-called girlfriends who
Compliment your clothes
Know that they're
through the maps of your veins
That a boy
Hush the faces of all your demonic friends (I said)
Hallelujah
Second-hand choke clogging up the dog’s cogs,
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
Your son tried to murder me
in your pool. Float away for me. Float away."
Fire. Has anyone here ever been fully engulfed in fire?
Its gotta be soo hot.
baby, Meechy's at it again
M-M-Murder, murder, murder
Capital M with two gats in my hand
Everyday a nigga wake up, got to blaze a little chronic
baby, Meechy's at it again
M-M-Murder, murder, murder
Capital M with two gats in my hand
Everyday a nigga wake up, got to blaze a little chronic
your hands in the air
We got you in the zone, put your hands in the air
If it's on, put your hands in the air
We got you in the zone, put
And if I beat you to the punch I punch you dead in your face
Murder niggas, luxurious, banks I was draped
Caked out
The Corleone connection in all
the handful
Slapped by the truth of my words and both my hands, hoe
You a slut, you a fake, you a nothin', no debate
Know your dad killed your dog, he shoulda
wanna go back to your city beat
By a little teen, just a kid from the bay
West side what I'm repping today
Yes I hit the level of best five in the state
lookin' at his watch
Motherfucker, well the time is now
Go clap your hands, let me hear you say, "That's the jam"
See I wouldn't be shit if I ain't have
with like 3 niggas that murder shit,
•My rude boys they don't play nigga, hand thangs and AK's nigga,
•All my niggas getting money now, foreign whips
man
Then I just walk away with twenty dollars in my hand
Like holla
I sleep with your mama
Then leave with your daughter
Hakuna Matata
No worries no
cast your spell on me
By dark I want you near
Lovin' you is murder
I'm hot and you're cold I don't want you no more
Lovin' you is murder
My love's
of their enemy, fears unfold
It's a cold world, only if your brain is froze
So we murder our bros, over money and clothes
And where I'm from, these niggas
your pretty eyes
Do or die which you live by?
Said it straight with a joker smile
Like Harvey ball drew the famous smile
While they dance let me enjoy
by the camp fire
I been in the sun check the tan line
Sticking niggas up got their hands high
Twisting up their tongue got their hands tied
Threatening
the funds (sorry)
Had a scrap with me fat boss in (****) (Jack!)
Next time keep your hands off me bum (haha)
Shaved my head again and rage as I run
Save
Got you counting from on to ten
And by the time you get up to nine, your ass is left behind
Cause you can't mess with the lyrical master rhymes
Send
inside
It's a war comin'
Stack your bread, get high
Gotta pour somethin'
Out for the homies
Turn that beat up
Get loaded
It's a murder
are, uh
To stay towards the uh, back of the unit
But, let me see if I can
Bring us a little closer
So you can see exactly what's going on
What'd I
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