Murder Music [The Global Edition]

What it do, Loc? Yeah We up in this motherfucker On some murder murder, kill kill shit (uh) Yeah, some real hip-hop shit (yeah, Guè) Murder music, tu non fai boom boom, fai solo bau bau Ti investo con il mio mezzo vroom vroom, poi muori e ciao ciao In caso troppa neve, c'ho i Moonboots, lei miagola miao In strada sono Jesus, salgo sopra un jet per SaoPao Ci credi, che appaio nella notte come Freddy Da un incubo vi risvegliate freddi Savastano style, ti blocco i freni mentre sei in discesa ripida Scena del crimine, è un delitto chiama la scientifica Festeggio la tua morte in qualche isola, C&E Living Ap Con tutte queste bitches con il Molly nella bibita Sig Sauer, che ti fa camminare un po' a zig zag E spit fire, per ricomporti chiamano CSI Murder music, mur-murder music Murder music, murder music Yeah, murder music, murder music (The Butcher comin', nigga) Mur-murder music Yo, murder music, just for this type of shit they could ban us 'Cause this what they gon' play when they wipe they prints off the hammers I'm really like that, I ain't just write this shit for the camera I did in my city what Michael Vick did in Atlanta (yeah) Cash saved for insurance, them bad days wasn't for us (nah) Still hood, roach clips and the ashtrays in my foreign (haha) In LA, R&B bitch drunk, with her hands around me The night Swizz introduced me to Nas at a Grammy party (uh-huh) When my strip introduced me to hard, I had grams around me (dope) A star player never asks for the ball, they just playin' around me Niggas heard I took a shot, they was askin' if I was good I looked the shooter right in his eyes when that trigger got pulled Huh Murder music, mur-murder music Murder music, murder music (yeah) Yeah, murder music, murder music Mur-murder music (aha) Yeah, some come through the water (uh-huh) Some come through the border (uh) Some of them get caught, but that's dependin' on the porter (yup) Old niggas hidin', young niggas slidin' (ugh) I'm bein' a man, just protectin' and providin' My only concern is if it cooked right (that's it) My chain yellow, way the diamonds set up It make it look white (ooh) Kill you for nothin' 'cause they petty (uh) Cuttin' the dog food with the feti (yup) They young, but they ready (they ready) No crowd, I get my applause off the beats I'm a boss so I make sure all of us eat (all of us) Say, a couple funerals'll bring a war to a cease (woo) And remember, it ain't no reward for the streets This is not normal (nah) Dickey suits is how we dress formal (yeah) Way I'm ridin' this track's like a porno (woo) A'ight then, what's up then? (What's up?) I'm bustin' Every controlled substance I touched it, I know it's disgustin' (agh) I'm just stackin', call me El Guapo (uh-huh) And I bet you never had a brick from El Chapo (never) Tuesday, I just play the crib and make tacos (woo) A lot of niggas frontin' like they nice, but they not though Y'all spoke that up, now soak that up (soak that up) They done pulled my coat, nigga, the GOAT got up, what's up? Murder music, mur-murder music Murder music, murder music Yeah, murder music, murder music, mur-murder music Yeah, murder music, murder music, mur-murder music Yeah, murder music, murder music, (yo) mur-murder music I only got time to murder shit, I bang 'em While deaf 'em in both ears (uh-huh) When I'm makin' niggas black And rip couches and throw chairs (uh-huh) At times I be unleashin' the wrath, the most fear (uh-huh) I don't discriminate, I even bodied close peers See I'm suggestin' most you niggas should get to steppin' to the rear (uh-huh) And fuck with most you niggas'll talk, I don't care (uh-uh) If you don't rep it right, you shouldn't come around here (oh no) Adjust my level up, make sure a nigga sound clear They wanna stop and wanna stare (they do) They hate that I'm the best and it's greatness in the flesh And it's pointless to compare (uh-huh) You need to 'cribe this jewelry I write And save this shit on a server (uh-huh) And type the way that I speak for movin' space on a cursor I'm not an advocate for balance, but push me, I'ma push it further The script, hand on my hips, squeezin' the grip a little firmer These dumb niggas don't realize that it's better to be a learner (Stupid ni-) And when you don't that's when you get the feelin' of burner Shut the fuck up, it's better to be watchers, listeners, and observers 'Cause if you not, you'll fuck around That's how niggas like you get murdered Murder music, mur-murder music Murder music, murder music Yeah, murder music, murder music, mur-murder music Yeah, murder music, murder music, mur-murder music Yeah, murder music, murder music, mur-murder music Murder was the case, the-the-the case The case was murder